This Is Not A Poem About You

(Look, this is the whispered refrain
framed by my lopsided grin
this is the word assurance
to assure
this is not another love poem
I whisper in my beloved lines.)

These are those self-referential words
that literary trick
the eye rolling cheek of it
I put on paper
every thing about not you
the slow middle eight
-so skippable-
of that verse I smiled about
thinking myself so very clever
to write a poem not about you

and these are my closing thoughts
those last lingering lines
of my pointless poetless attempt
(see, not writing about you)
my see-through, shameless gimmick
line on line, word on word
this ink seeping into page
this the penultimate build up to the last lie.
This is not a poem about you.