Stalker Poem by Jasmine Thompson

He looked at me.
and filled with joy
when he heard me laugh.

He stared at me.
Saw everything I did
like he was meant to be there with me.

He watched me.
Seeing me vulnerable
and on the edge.

He glared at me.
seeing me with another man
just pissed him off

He looked in the mirror
seeing my blood
splattered across his skin.

I watch him
everyday I haunt him
He was my stalker and killer.

Now I will be his