Stalkerish? Poem by Laura Holcomb

i am not a stalker
but if i was
it would have been worth it
and this is beacause...

i followed him wherever he went
i still recognize his sent

he was working there
when i started to stare
then i got a foolish dare
i snapped a picture for me to bear

now i look at the phote every minute
wishing i could be the girl next to him in it
but then my wish would soon come true
because a little boy came, then i knew

we had a messenger share my feelings
then he knew my stalkerish inklings

i held him tight,
the very next night
so it wasnt a waste,
i have very good taste

the boy i met meens so much to me now
i never wanna lose it, but i fear i will somehow...