stalker

Spiders eat their mates
My post-coital midnight snack
no "her" to follow "me"
no skinny bitch on your stoop
kissing you sweetly at 6 am
Sometimes nature has the right idea

"Psycho bitch"
spit angrily into your cell phone
sounds so mean as it statics
on my modified car stereo
when you take me back
I'll be rubbermaid
contorted in your bed
not cowering in my car
hiding from police lights
you filed a restraining order
because you want my attention

Your t-shirt smells so good, love
I don't think you missed it
you should really lock your gym locker
I love to rub your scent on me
wrapping it around my arm
my fingers
late at night
when I touch myself

I'd love to wrap my arms around you
Hands around you
Hold you so tight
My skin consumes absorbs you
Pulling your pulsating heart
Through my chest cavity
Meld us together
Into one being
One breath
Utterly consume you
Sometimes nature has
the right idea