Jul 15 2011
Silent Stalker
His every word is analyzed
in a way they should not be
Any compliment is dearly prized
if the words came from his lips
His every thought is studied
as though they hold my secrets
Every night my hands are bloodied
from writing of his every step
I don’t know why I’m writing this
for what purpose could there be?
But maybe I could live in bliss
if he could just see me.
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oh my fucking goodness. This is filled with awesomeness. Been there, done that. This is like so easy to relate to. Love it. So short and simple, but complex at the same time. 😀
Thank you :p
Still there, still trying to do that, unfortunately.
Very true
everyone does the same and it sometimes gets on your nerves when you become oversensitive and try to read too much into things, which really don’t mean anything
I’m glad you commented, but I’m having trouble understanding what you mean by that sentence. I’m a bit slow.