These days after I cry I want to laugh -
I know how crazy it is to miss you so much
When you were never even mine.
It's funny how much I think and dream of you,
And the fact that my poetry is now all about you.

Even when I know how unreasonable it is,
I'll still write my sad, romantic poetry,
While you're probably lying on your apartment floor
Like a British cat - bored, lazy, and beautiful to a fault.

My poetry about you is emotional and blue,
It's also romantic, but mostly heartbreaking,
A little dramatic, maybe even manic.
It's everything I feel when I'm hit by the memories
And your eyes that look like two hypnotic galaxies.

My You poetry makes me feel infinitely lonely
I'd not mind it before, but after you, it's kind of scary.
And every time I'm writing a line
I almost include your name just to see how it'll rhyme.

My poetry now is melancholic and calm,
It's so much like you when you were in that mood. 
I think if I showed it to you, you'd laugh
You'd probably praise my writing too,
And say I should publish it soon.

But I'm glad you don't know about my You poetry,
And that I'm sharing you with my readers like it's therapy.
I'm glad you can't see yourself from my point of view,
I'm not sure if you'd blush or stare at me like you already knew.

But I'll still write my You poetry tonight
Because my poetry about you soothes my soul and mind.
To me, it's like the soft smell after the rain
Mixed with the cologne you wore that last day,
When we hugged in the street and you said "it's okay, we'll still meet someday".

"What a white lie", I thought back then,
Wrapping my arms around your frame,
As if holding onto you would make you stay.
And I almost told you
"Hold me until I smell like you at least for a few days,
While you'll move away and start over somewhere else".
So yeah, there goes my new poem about you, I guess.