Sometimes I think
I might be able to understand
the mind of a stalker
the co-dependent kind at least
still hung up on an unhealthy addiction
with the misguided delusion
that given the right amount of time
or circumstance †
theyíll get their attention fix again
like every another addict
only their drug of choice
can talk and scream
and packs one hell of a punch
when backed into a corner
and sometimes
they have the prettiest words
youíve ever heard
and you hate them more for their beauty

Iíd be lying
if I said Iíd never planned the perfect murder
concocted on the insides of a vodka bottle
Iíd have my revenge and Iíd do it in style
with blood and begging and maybe a pre-kill fuck
like a psychotic bad clichť

I had an ex that smacked a lover in the head
with a frying pan
we never got that dramatic
unless you count the time I punched a door
and used every clever profanity my rage could think of
words were always my best weapon
and sometimes I fear that itíll be my words
that drive someone to suicide

Because the older I get the better I get
at honing my aim and shooting myself
as Iím laying waste to anotherís soul

And Iíll never tell
of all the ways Iíve imagined your death
or how much Iíve always wanted to make you bleed
because some things are better left
to the imagination

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2012
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