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Signed, Your Lovely Stalker

Poetry By: XxXLoVeBuGxXx
Young adult

A creepy little poem I ahd written down on a piece of tiny paper.

Submitted:Jul 4, 2010    Reads: 103    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I sit outside your home

Waiting for you to walk

And maybe, this time,

You will notice me.

There, the door opened!

Hey, that isn't you!

WHo is this girl?

Oh, is this your girlfriend?

Have you confessed all of your love to her?

You know, you could do that to me, too.

I stare at this girl.

She seems almost flawless....

I want her dead.

Not an easy task for myself, but I'll have to

Because I want your love to be with me always,

I want your own blood to pulse thorugh my vains.

Look how sick you've made me.

But, wait, you won't know,

Because I am an unseen stalker...

She comes out of your home, again, late one night

I take out my knife,

And stab her to death.

After, I scurry away from your home

And take her back to mine.

I cut her up into little tiny pieces and hide the box she's in

Under my bed.

The next tday, I return to your home and watch you sob

Over your lost love.

Don't you see?

You could always replace her with me!

I am always here...


For awhile, I watch you cry over the worthless girl.

I notice how much you want her back

And, now, I can give her back.

Morning arrives and you're soon to be out the door.

I place her boxed up remains on your doorstep and run to my safe hiding spot.

You come out, looking quite handsome.

You look at the blood soaked box and open it.

You see her hair and her eyes...

Then, you pick up my note.

In her blood, I scrawled out:

Dearest Love of My Life,

If you don't love me back,

This same thing could happen to you.

Make your descion...


Your Lovely Little Stalker.

You scream for help

"Call the police!"

You say.

But I have cut the phone lines.

No one bothers to come outside.

"Help me, please!"

I step out of my hiding place and walk up to you.

You stare at me and ask,

"Help me! My stalker is after me."

"No, I'm not."

I say.

"I just want you to love me"

And I smile.

You begin to panic more and try to run,

but, before you get off of the porch,

I stab you to death,

Just like your pretty little girlfriend.

I being to worry

For this is broad daylight.

So, I take your body, the box, and your keys.

I throw you and the box in your car and drive it back to my home.

"Don't you see,"

I say to your corpse.

"This wouldn't of happened....

If you loved me, too."

Dear Love of My Life,

Sorry I killed you.

Oh, by the way,

This letter,

is made out of your blood,

Not hers.


Your Lovely Stalker


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