Flippything

I hope I'm wrong;
but everytime I talk to you
my heart goes against me and does a sort of
flippy thing
But I look for something to tell me
that it won't happen,
But I can never stop thinking about you
That might be bad,
might be awkward,
might be good?
I can't help it.
I can't help that I like you
and in a world where people
rarely say what they mean...
I wouldn't mind being one of the exceptions