19 May 2012
I don't suppose you notice
How it hurts me
Makes me anger
When you don't answer
My calls, my texts
And emails; I know
Or when I'm knocking on
Your bedroom window
I swear I'm not a stalker
I just want to chat
To know where you're at
Who you are with
What you are wearing
I hope I'm not scaring
You now because this is
Sounding weirder
Like I'm a serial killer
With a Basic Instinct
To know exactly what you do
In real-time too
Because when I follow you
Sometimes you pretend
To be busy with a friend
But I can see you're home alone
Not answering your phone
So don't lie to me
Because that just makes me angry
And it would be a shame
If I had to maim
Your pretty little head
Wouldn't want you to
End up dead
Now would we?
Then all I'd have are the mementos
You gave me;
The rubbish from your bin
An envelope with cig butts in
A used and crumpled pair
Of your hottest underwear
A lock of your hair
(Your chest had lots to spare)
And when I watch you sleep
You're under so deep
I don't suppose you see
That I love you (literally)
To pieces.
Stalker • Opuss № I