Preface: I wrote some poems. I let the woman who inspired them read them. Haven't heard from her.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something bad? Was it the poems? Was that too much for you to read? I didn't write them for you (Well, not entirely exactly.). Yes, I thought about you then I wrote them. Were you - are you disturbed by them? By in fact, my feeling about you? I think about going down to see you to explain myself. To get your thoughts about it. Just to see you, period.
Why haven't I heard from you? I really truly hope that I didn't do anything wrong by you - to you. I know my feelings and poems were - are unwarranted, but I needed to tell you know. I needed to tell you know about the poems. I needed to tell you.
Please tell me if I did anything wrong. Please keep talking to me.
I'm afraid of you - of you telling me that you don't want to keep talking to me. Or see me. And that is something that I don't want to happen.
You really don't have the time to reply. But if  you do have the time to reply. You're sorting out your thoughts about it - about me.