Hopeless Romantic

I don't know you as well as I'd like to
And that would be fine I guess
If all these inexplicable feelings of affection
Would stop causing me such distress

I try not to be weird
I try to come off as cool
But every time I talk to you
I end up feeling like a fool

Introspection isn't helping
Not in the slightest bit
I don't know why I care so much
Now I'm further lost in it

Not sure what I expect from you
Understanding would be great
But how are you to understand?
And after all these confessions it's to late to clean the slate

When you first talked to me
I was disheveled and half asleep
Now I am put together and wide awake
So here I am writing you a poem and trying to sound deep

Not sure if this accomplished anything
I suppose it gave me closure
Not sure how you feel about this
But here is the final line, the end, the closer