Silly Poem from the Summer

Can you honestly tell me that you haven't thought about me at all?
Am I actually too illiterate to read the situation at hand?

I deplete myself with thoughts of my soul;
Do I love too much? Do I still have control?

Am I person alone, am I woman
or am I seeking man?

Have I put you up on a pedestal
taught you how to look down from so tall?

My intention's aim, my new old friend,
is simply to know you; that's all.

But simple is fool's gold since you're the most interesting thing I've seen in years.
I trust myself, mostly know myself, but don't quite understand all my fears.