but I couldn't let you know what my poems are really about.
If I told you the truth, then you'd know that sometimes I ignore your words
because I'm too focused on your lips.
You'd know that every time we're together I forget we'd ever been apart.
I would have to tell you that they're all about you.

You'd know that I'm hopelessly in love with you, and
that I have been hopelessly in love with you for years.

If I had told you what my poems are honestly about,
I would have to tell you that your smell is my Amortentia
and your smile is my melting point.

When you asked me that night the topic of my poetry,
I could not bring myself to tell you that
my poems are about you because
your poems might not be about me.