Ballad of the (Sensitive) Stalker
Published in
Nov 20, 2021
You tempt me with your evil eyes,
Your thoughts I can’t translate;
I recognize my cult-like fire,
Of which I can’t abate.
In you, I’ve lost all consciousness;
How inappropriate
Of you to coldly look right through
I guess I’m just too late.
I recognize my cult-like fire
Of which I’ve grown to hate
I loathe myself for loving you
Should I…turn back on fate?
Thank you to Ravyne Hawke for today’s poetry prompt!
