StalkingIt never rightfully belonged to me
But I wanted it nonetheless,
So when you were distracted and couldn’t see
I took it, I confess.
I thought that it might take a while
For you to realize your mistake,
And though I felt guilty in my guile
I held it close, for love’s sake.
Perhaps by this time you’ve abandoned the search
You're resigned to life without it now,
At times I have been known to lurch
Toss it away in an attempt to disavow.
“I no longer want this, take it back!”
Relive me of this guilty pain,
I was unaware of its ability to attack
And the confusion's making me insane.
I’ve looked for you; I’ve crept around
Hoping to return it once and for all,
I wanted to leave it without a sound
And have you discover it with no recall.
But there's something at play here
And I admit confusion,
The more I struggle the more I fear,
I am a victim of my own delusion.
Maybe you don’t want it returned to you
Maybe I must remain the thief,
Maybe you purposely left it in view
Maybe my taking it was a relief.
You left a part of you with me
Inadvertently or not, it’s hard to tell,
But I’ll keep it safe, hidden carefully
I’ll tame it, and love it well.
Quintesse 46-50, F 32 Responses 22 Feb 7, 2013