STALKER LOVE

By Chornyi

Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.

My first Witchblade poem...

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He's always watching me
Got that stalker love thing going on
He thinks if he follows me enough he can follow me home.

Forget it, I'd rather be alone.

I don't like the stalker-type
He wears too much black,
I think Irons tells him to keep an eye on me anyway,

And that's a fact.

My rookie partner doesn't like him
I wonder why?
Stalker doesn't like the rookie either.

Poor Jake, wonder when he'll lose that black eye.

Okay, so sometimes he can tell me things I need to know
But he never says it straight,
It's always tied up in knots
And has to do with fate
Everything's connected, yeah
Well, maybe so.
But not the way he wants,
So why doesn't he just go?

I'm tired of having a shadow
Who gives my friends a chill
He always wears that coat, is he cold?

Vicky thinks he's cute, but I don't see the thrill.

So he has pretty eyes, so what, who cares?
I don't need him to call
I could get along fine without him.

I wouldn't miss him at all.

So where is he?
He told me he'd meet me here at eight
But I've been waiting half an hour

And he is officially late.

You want to know what I am doing here?
Fine, I'll say.
It was late one night, he'd dropped by.

I let him stay.

It was supposed to be just once,
Only the one time
Just an experiment, you know, to see, then he'd go his way

And I'd go mine.

I tried to resist, but.. I mean, be honest, how long could you hold out?
So I made a mistake
He's like an addiction now that I can't shake
Every time I see him, I want to misbehave... Tell me, how am I going to explain this to Jake?

'Yeah, I'm sleeping with the guy who beat you up
I just can't tell him no, I hope you understand.
Please believe me, this wasn't what I planned.'

He's complicating everything, even this rhyme.

Maybe it would be better if I killed him tonight.
I think I've already done it in an alternate time
Wasn't that hard if I remember right

I don't think he'd put up TOO much of a fight...

Oh God, here he comes
Forget what I said
The stalker is gorgeous,
I don't want him dead.

Other ways, maybe, like maybe in bed.

I never thought I'd do this
Honestly, I'm ashamed
But when he looks at me- Yeah, like that

I forget my own name.

He kind of grows on you
Given enough
I'd put up with anything

For some stalker love.

That's what he's got, and I'll tell you,
It's fine
He may be Irons servant during the day-

But at night he's mine...

THE END