You quietly creep behind,
Afraid I might turn around.
You are my shaddow hidden behind the corner.
Your eyes are always on me,
Blinking with every arrhythmic beat of my heart.
I am the center of your thoughts,
The reason why you leave your house every morning and evening.
Thin fingers tighten holding a picture of me you took yesterday.
Biting your fists, you scream
Not being able to come close.
But you will keep on following;
Thriving for more of my presence,
More of me;
Because I am your star.
And you’re just a stalker.