Stalker love

I saw you and I knew I wanted you to be mine,

I wanted things to be perfect for us, so I bided my time.

Waiting, watching, admiring perfection in bodily form, a walking piece of art.

Without so much as a word, you held the keys to my heart.

It was your birthday, I knew it was my chance.

To show you my love, and shower you with romance.

I met you at the door with a single rose, your smile made my heart skip a beat.

The magic pulsated through the air when I led you to your seat.

The dinner, the small talk that lasted well into the night,

Only proved how perfect you were, how incredibly right.

Perhaps it’s crazy, but in only one date I knew you were the one

I’d keep you forever, never to be alone.

Our night wasn’t over, there was still more to do.

Come outside, marvel at this amazing view.

As you stood there, watching moonbeams dance on the water’s surface

It was time to bare my soul, fulfill the night’s purpose.

I wrapped my arms around your waist, gently kissed your cheek.

You shuddered, and for a moment I felt your knees go weak.

I whispered, “I love you, baby, I always will.”

You tensed and tried to run, but instead I held you still.

The scream in your throat never made it to your lips,

As I ended your beautiful life swiftly and quick.

That beauty, now lay lifeless in my arms, empty eyes staring me in the face

And I admire my handiwork, knowing no one else will ever take my place.

Never will you leave, my heart you cannot break

Because I took it back from you on this, your birthday –

Your death day.

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See, stalker love can be eloquent! :)

In all honesty, don't go calling the cops, don't think I need help. I've found I do my best writing on morbid topics. I don't understand it, I'm not morbid by nature. The best poem I ever wrote was one I wrote when I was a teenager about a guy whose wife was murdered, and he was so consumed with guilt, he killed himself. Not my general style, but well-written. The topic doesn't have to be all rainbows, roses, puppy dogs and unicorns to be good. And just because you are generally a happy, go-lucky person, doesn't mean you don't have a dark side that expresses itself in rhyme. (And only then.) 

I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry about me. I just posted this because, well, I love the irony. (Maybe it's the true O.J. story - we'll never know!)