Something’s up with her

She's creative,
Until she thinks of him.
But she's always thinking of him
and why not?
They really get along
He makes her laugh
He makes her smile
She's happy,
but now he's all she writes about.

Her mind's in a girly bubble
obsessing about what to wear
and of course her hair.
Drawing tiny hearts everywhere
not thinking about how many lines
or stanzas
What's a comma?
Literature?
uh-huh?

"Did I tell you what we did last night?"
That's more like it,
And it's all because she met a boy
Her talents not lost
It's in a new form
I guess I just really like this one....