do you think

that i write about

you so much

because

i do not know

how to speak to you?

i think that i write

about you so much

because

i am simply in

love with my own

idea of you.

            (so in my mind

            when you are written,

            your flaws are

            perfection)

(however when you

are present here, outside,

your flaws are

maddening)

            (this is not love,

            but written down,

                        it could be)