If you find this and, yes, it is you
Then you being a stalker was definitely true

You sent me a poem so out of wack
I had to reread it, with the fact you wrote 'rack'

This is a poem, unlike the rest
Most definitely won't be deemed as my best

Don't know if this text will even last
Or it will forever remain only a draft

For you to stay in ignorant bliss
And all of these words you will miss

I want to kiss you
Say that I miss you

But such is way too much
And crazy would be such

Yet still I'll reminisce
And fantasize a kiss

Not that you can know
Figment it remains so

So imaginary him
Existing in the dim

Please let me love you
I'm scared what to do