I love the way you follow me home.
I love that you think I don’t know.
I don’t live in your part of town… my one bedroom flat with its spotless kitchen and yellow curtains is so contradictive of someone like you. Yellow isn’t your colour, it would never compliment your blackened and empty eyes…
I wonder where you first saw me? Or why I was worth following home that day. You’ve spent so much of your time staring in through those yellow symbols of seperation, while I’ve put on wild passionate shows only for you. You must know they’re for you.
I feel safe, knowing you follow me. Knowing you’re always watching over me. There are a lot of weirdo’s out there… you’re my favourite. I couldn’t ask for a better stalker. If only you knew you could have me. But I doubt you ever will.
One day, my yellow curtains will fade…
- Melissa Vowell