Am I really?
I have been told so
I think about him all the time
I miss him when he's not around
I wish I could spend every second with him
I have pictures of him
I have things I wish I could tell him
But I need to get over him
Sure, he's cute as hell and everything I want
But he doesn't want me
I'm just wasting brain space by now
But I need him
So I guess
I really am
A stalker
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem