stalked

a naive woman with a stalker.

I knew he watched me.

Fallowed me.

Knew my friends.

I knew that he knew what i liked,

hate,

loved.

 

He knows what i drive to work.

Where i work.

I knew he knew where i lived.

I knew that he knew that we met in a bookstore.

 

I thought he was just a lonely man.

without much friends.

even though he was very attractive,

and had a hadsome way to him.

 

But i didn't know how much he knew about me.

At frist i thought he was cute,

i imagined our releationship.

That he would cook for me.

 

But then when i came back from a trip,

he was waiting for me,

in my bedroom,

with a very unattractive thing.

a sharp knife.

Reviews

[Daniel Brooks]

That was scary.

Daniel

[Jessie B]

nice write. The end gave me goose bumbs, good job!

[~Qu33n B~]

Wow, very intriguing. Your first line caught my attention and held it throughout the whole poem. I loved it, it was sort of scary.

~Qu33n B Cullen~