This One Is for You Stupid, They Are All for You

If I wrote about you,

would you know?

Would I have to call attention to you by using your name?

Could I use some sort of secret code?

If I just talked about how I feel about you,

(I love you stupid)

would you get it's about you?

Come on,

don't tell me you'd assume it'd be about someone else.

we both know who I'm talking about here.

we both know who I'm always talking about,

who I'm all about.

I love you stupid, don't ask who I'm writing about,

because I don't know.

I don't know you, or why I'm writing about you.

That's the funny thing.

I don't write about people I know or have met,

I have a love for writing about you,

even though we haven't met yet.

Weird, I know.

I write open letters

to the ones open enough to read them.

I write about someone I long for,

someone I haven't met.

somewhere our timeline got messed up,

how can I miss someone I haven't met?

I haven't lost?

I wonder when I lost you,

when were we supposed to meet?

I love someone I have not met,

and I know this because I hate everyone I have met.