A Poem about You

I wanted to write a poem about you,

but I don’t even know much about you.

In it, I’d say that I love you,

but you’d say it’s not true

and it’s not true.
I want it to be true.
I do.
But, then again, I always do.
It’s always true.

What is true is I think I might be falling.
Your name my mind is calling,
and calling,
and calling.

My mind wants to tell you how I feel.
It wants to tell you this is real.
It’s real how I want you too to feel.
It’s not a reinvention of the wheel,
it’s just a feeling that’s real.
But you don’t see the appeal
and that’s what’s real
I feel. 

I wanted to write a poem about you,
but I couldn't write a poem about you.
A poem about you, you'd see right through.
And that won't do,
but that's what's true.