About You

***An author on instagram posted a poem that began with the first two lines. This is my unique take on the idea.***

I'd let you read

the things I wrote

about you,

except that I already have.

I wrote about you

when I wrote about the stars

hiding in the eyes of children.

I wrote about you

when I wrote about the statues

that captured the love of dreamers.

I wrote about you

when I wrote about the shadows

the artists crawled to to survive.

When you read what I wrote

about the man in the moon,

my dear you were only

ever reading about you.

When you read what I wrote

about the long talks at night,

it was only about you,

I'd decided to write.

When you read what I wrote

about oxygen and jazz,

you will see the real influence

thattrue love has.

When you read about fear,

about narcissism and shame,

in between the cursed lines,

you'd also read your name.

I'd let you read the things

I wrote about you,

except you already did-

but please, keep on believing

I just dreamt up

all of this