Stalker

I just want to see her. 

Gold ringlets mask her face, 

doe eyes of sienna, 

my heart, my heart, 

beats me to froth at the mouth. 

Damsel in distress, she must, 

I have the nets, 

I have the glove, 

snapping teeth glinting in artificial nocturne. 

He took MY throne my shoes, 

I just want to see her. 

Asphault labyrinth winding, 

vision blurry, a cough or two, 

just asleep. 

The window is no match for these hands.

A crack! A voice, 

a sneak and a roll into the curtains. 

Slithering hopefully, 

livid in the heart, 

something blunt and something gone. 

Gone, gone, gone. 

Three times, just like that. 

I just want to see her.