For a Stalker

Originally written for class in Sept 2007, as true now as it was then.

Please stop stopping at my house around midnight;

If there’s one thing I don’t need to see out my window it’s your headlight.

I don’t know what I did to make you think that’s all right.

 

Please stop climbing in the high branches of my tree
with binoculars always trying to catch a glimpse of me.

That’s not attractive and I doubt it will ever be.

 

Please make sure you don’t know where I am all day,
keeping track of everything I do when I’m awake.
I keep missing little items I suspect that you take.

 

You’re always around, using me as a crutch,

Always reading my mail, you’re so out of touch.

It really makes me wonder why I like you so much.

 

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

What a twist at the end!
It's hard for me to imagine a female stalker;
though I am sure they exist. That sounds sexist I know.
Yet it could be all a dream...
I really did enjoy reading this. I was held captive til the end.
Thanks for your entry in to my "Poetry of Love" contest
Good Luck!