I have a bunch of things that I wanted to post earlier, but couldn’t because of my recent injury. Here is a simple poem I wrote on a whim. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Thank you for reading.

A good parking spot is what I was looking for,
I kept getting calls that it was me that she was looking for,
Why is she waiting there, I ask myself,
Once I’m in the store, I hide behind the nearest bookshelf

How did she know I was gonna be there?
Is she for some reason stalking me everywhere?
I’m here only to find a book on geology,
I can see her move around Hitlers’ biography

I ignore her calls as she calls again and again,
I know my hiding and struggle will only be in vain,
I finally find the book I’ve been looking for,
she also finds the victim that she has been searching for,

She asks me why I didn’t answer my phone,
I said these days I was rarely at home,
she cut me and said she was talking about my cell,
I acted really surprised and asked her if she called and when,

She said she just called to hang out with me,
I told her that I would love to whenever I was free,
She asked if I was joking when I wrote on facebook I was gay,
I thought if I told her I was serious, she would pursue some other prey

I told her I wasn’t joking, I was in fact really gay,
I had to say that since she was stalking me since last May,
I knew the joke on facebook did some good after all,
She stood there in shock in such a way, I really thought she would just fall,

She controlled her reaction and simply giggled it away,
She told me that she was also busy and that exams were headed her way,
She begged her leave after a few minutes of talking,
I knew I had finally found some peace from all her stalking

I know she will soon find out that I was simply joking,
And I know after that into my personal life she’ll always be poking,
Why is it that the friends you cherish are the ones that torture you the most,
and the people you avoid are the ones that haunt you like angry perverted ghosts?