most of my poems contain you-
the word you, and your essence.
most of my poems are about you-
my love for you, and your apathy.

i like to dream that if i describe you enough, you’ll become real-
You’ll meet me face to face, the perfect person i always saw.
i like to dream that if i describe the good parts enough, they’ll blossom-
the truth of your flaws will fade away, leaving someone i can keep.

will you understand my love for you if i use the right words-
if i find the perfect combination of phrases?
will you understand my hate for you if you read the poems-
or will you just find me crazed?