25/01/2016
STALKER
The man I love thinks that I'm a stalker
That's what he actually calls me,I saw how he saved me in his contacts
And its got me asking,
Where do draw the line?
When do you decide that someone is a stalker
Or maybe they just love you too much?
As a woman,it breaks my heart.
I'd rather he called me a whore...that would mean am getting some action
You know,representing all over the place
But a stalker? Cause am faithful to only him to constantly check up on him?
He has blacklisted me so I write him this letter...
Dear Arnold,
Who do you think you are?
Putting me in this situation?
This isn't one of the situations I like to be in
This isn't one of the emotions I like to feel
See, this isn't one of those letters I like to write
But you left me with no other option,
maybe if you only you answered my calls and many messages.
We could have signed an MOU.
Yet you keep threatening to call the police
But it was you who broke into my heart
I pressed no charges cause it was me who let you in
Claiming that we were just having fun,no strings attached
Well,strings got attached and guilty as charged I fell hard
For you,into you so color me surprised when I heard
you were not that into it.
That can't be true,you said you loved me
Stop saying you were in a comprising situation
So was I, difference is I meant it,dreamed it now full filing it
Does that make me a stalker?
Really, so was it necessary to go to the cops?
Not that I’m upset about that or anything. Actually I
thought it was kind of funny. Me? Being arrested
for stalking? I mean, I wouldn’t call it stalking per se
It's more like...investigating someone...you’re attracted to.
More like Keeping tabs on them just to know if they miss you back
More like occasionally sending them threatening messages if they constantly ignore you.
Just like I've been faithfully doing to you
See, I remember the last time we were together
Well, you said I was the most accomplished stalker you’ve ever met.
You kinda enjoyed it so
Baby, it's not stalking if you like it.
See, I know the very word stalking implies that you're not supposed to like it.
But I thought it was kind of romantic.
Yes I may have stalked you a little but then what's wrong with too much TLC.
Don't you like it that you are so important to me that after blocking me on Facebook I still stalk you online?Yes I've stalked your instagram.
And I miss you more when I see how much happier you are without me.
My point is: I need you, Arnold. And I think you need me. Remember that time I made you breakfast in bed? Although, I have to admit, you weren't very grateful. All I needed was a simple thank you, not “How did you get in my house? But It’s not stalking if you don’t follow them home, right? And that time you realized i had a full album of photos of you framed and hanged on the walls of my house, You went ballistic yet all i wanted was to see you all the time,have constant images of you smiling and watching me. Now i have a tape of all the conversations we ever had stuck on replay in my ipod.i haven't sent it to you yet because i don't want you to think that I'm immature,neurotic and obsessive.
I’m not. I’m an artist. Artists are always misunderstood.
So I forgive you for the misunderstandings. We all make mistakes
I feel a bit apprehensive knowing that you are ignoring me.
But I'm not doing anything wrong, am I?
I mean, it's love or doesn't that count?
Maybe If you start treating me like I'm human, like i'm not committing a crime,
Like my feelings for you mean something then maybe I'll stop being too much.
See, I was reading this novel that made me think of you,its titled "I fell in love with my stalker" and it got me thinking-that could be me and you. That could be us Arnold!
This isn't one of those emotions I like to feel
This isn't one of those letters I like to write
See, I know the more I keep saying that I'm not stalking you,
The more I look like a true stalker so I lay my cards on the table.
All I want you to do is stick close to me.
You cut me so deep and am getting tired of running around after you
This isn't a threat but think bout it, your name,that's all I want.
Let's get married.
Unless you'd actually choose death over the prospect of my company.
If so dear Arnold, then I'm more than ready to slash your throat and laugh while you bleed to death at my feet.
Give me the knife and stand back. They'll call it a crime of passion.
So call me sometime,will you?
By Janet chumbe
