Who

You must all be so curious, And I'm sure you'd all like to know. Who is it, like- who is this so & so? Who puts a heart, into cardiac arrest; Everywhere she goes, she creates a mental mess, Who? well, my distraction; the source of my stress Even I like to ask myself, who? And if you do read this, "I don't really know you" After a long time, I had come to this conclusion I liked a girl, full of mysteries and confusion, In the end, I've spent all my ammunition Though, I was really loving my finite delusion. This is the end, of my poetic love stories, I can finally leave my delusional memories. I've written a few poems, with my multi-coloured pen If you see any of them while your scrolling at 10 Please understand this isn't obsession It is just loves, poetic confession.