I'm sure nobody cares
Whenever I post one of my 'poems'
But I post them anyway
Life of a poet I guess

The previous sonnets that I wrote
Were about this girl,
This wonderful, life-changing person
That has impacted my life a certain way

Well, I've been pursuing her for awhile now,
Wrote 'poems' about her
Even sent some to her, for her
She reads them, every time

Few months go by,
We sit together at the table, facing each other
She looks up at me and I know she's going to ask me something
It's that look that I know so well

She says, "Are the poems you wrote about me ?"
I falter, I cave in, I hesitate telling her
After what feels like forever, I finally look to her and say
"Yes, the poems are about you"