"I wrote a collection of poems about you, I still do,"
I almost told you this the last time we we were talking on the phone.
I was sitting on the steps to the gym in my sweaty clothes, shooing my trainer away
As he kept telling me to send you to hell and continue running on the treadmill instead.
I was such a mess, but I didn't care.
Talking to you was enough workout for me;
I could hear my heart beat in my ears violently.

But yes, I almost told you I was writing about you,
That's what you do to me, you make me want to tell you everything.
And actually, lately I have been thinking about sending you a signed copy
Once the collection is finally published and set free.
I can imagine your soft face, wide eyes and tiny smiles at some parts.
Oh God, how I wish I can see you read it for the first time.

And when you got shy after my little compliment,
I almost said "huh, wait until you read a whole book about you, you'll burn crimson red."
And that "I'm pretty sure my poetry about you would make you fall in love with me too."
It's true, if you could see me through these pages,
You'd fall in love with me like crazy.
It's because you appreciate art, any form of it,
And I like to believe my words about you are rare pieces not many have witnessed.
Not even you - my antagonist and hero.

I'm even thinking about using one of your paintings for the cover,
Or just ask you to draw a new one using a lot of my favorite color.
If the poems aren't enough, the cover will make it too obvious.
You'll cry, because you're so good,
You'll be sad knowing I'm still hopelessly in love with you.
And you'll hug me, you'll tell me it's okay,
You'll say sorry, and I'll say I hate it with my whole body,
Shut up and just keep hugging me.
Why apologize for something that's not your fault.
It's my heart, so I'm responsible for the cracks,
I knew pretty well we didn't have a chance,
But well, I fell in love with you anyway.

I'm pretty sure, if you knew about my poetry
You'd come back to me because that's what I'd do
For someone thinking about me even when I was long gone.
After almost a year since we've said goodbye
I'm still writing about you and to you with a brave smile.
Can you imagine how careful I'd treat your heart
If you decided to give it to me without a second thought.
Wow, I guess I'm really devoted to a fault
Or simply too stupid to move on from someone so far.
And I wish you could write about me too, or paint me so lovingly like I do you.
A simple sketch with your favorite black pen would be fine too,
You can give me elf ears I'd not mind, you know,
I love everything you do so don't worry,
I'll probably frame it in my room proudly.
I wish you could put me in your art like I do you in mine,
But well, I'm already in love with you,
So you don't have a reason to.