Truth Be Told, I'M A Stalker Poem by Adrian Cordova

Can't keep my mind off of you....
Everyday, everynight, every dream, sleep induced or just a daydream is always the same thing. 
You.
Some girls are sweet.
Some girls are b***hs.
Some girls are depressed. 
Some girls are psyco's.
Some girls are just weird.
And others are...bland.
But the bottom line is they are all the same.
Except for one.
You.
In the light you blend in, differently then camoflague like a space (the one you stand in) is empty. 
Inside you are the center piece.
Outside you are the main attraction. 
But I can't have you can I?
No, don't answer that, it would only break my heart.
No, I know you to well, we are to close, it would end on the uglyest note possible.
But how can I know you so well, and you know me so poorly?
That is something that only I can be blamed for, I shielded myself, I apporached you once, then I chickened out....now we only talk in passing.
I studied you from afar, you never (as far I know) never even gave me a second thought.
The truth is I'm your stalker, but I'm a good one, I will only admire you when I'm sure you won't see, and I will never ever in my or your life hunt, injure, crush, maim, cripple, or kill you.
I cannot and will not keep my mind off of you....for reasons of one nature.
Love.
I don't like sleeping, and to prove it I am writeing this at 5 in the morning, because when you love someone reality is better than any dream that can be conjured. 
Sincerly,
The Stalker