Crazy Stalker in Love
Even though this poem is about me and someone else, I wrote it for myself.
Lonely life, lonely heart. Fell in love too easily, though we've only been far apart.
I am not a stalking man, but here I am, cannot stop thinking about him.
Will it always be this way? Old flame, fresh as if I fell yesterday?
I am not violent or scary, but these feelings make me wary.
I can only imagine what its like for him. A superstar, with a million friends.
Concerning me, he is withdrawn. Is it because of too many crazies, carrying on and on?
Looks at himself. Umm... right. Well.
Have I gone too far? Heart can never tell.
Mind says yes, heart replies, go to hell.
My heart wants the Sun and Moon to collide.
It doesn't care what's left on any side.
He pulls my strings and makes me dance, and yet I know there was never any chance.
I stopped watching long ago, but still have trouble letting go.
Stay safe, my unreachable star. You know who you are.
To be just friends, I want to believe, but in the end, I'm not that naïve.
-Lost the dreamer
Time to move on.
