9 February 2013
Is it silly that it scares me? Knowing you can watch my every move. Is it silly that it worries me? Knowing what you can do...
There's only so long I can pretend... Only so long I can ignore... Are you turning into a stalker, Or do presume I'll just be your whore.
But you barely even know me, If you did then you would know. I'm not into that sort of stuff... I wish we never met. I wish you'd just go.
The awkward moment when I'm not sure whether this is blog or poem.
Opuss № I