Serenading Thoughts of a Stalker

***I have found that many times, people will consider the works of a writer as the writers personal feelings or thoughts. This is not always the case. For me, I find inspiration in many places, and most of those places seem to be situated in the darker places of life, such as this following perspective piece. No, I am NOT a stalker.***

I love you so much,
I want to crawl inside
your throat.
Your beauty overthrows
my will
to not cut you,
and my longing to
squeeze your breath
till your lungs are dry
is a stinging nettle
of obsession
in my side.
I love you so much,
I know your every footstep
and I yearn to dig
every one of them
into the ground
where I can keep
all of you safe and sound.
I love you so much,
I want to rip you open
and die inside of you.
Can't you see this
immense love that I have?
Aren't you happy to
have it?
You are the pedestal
of my affection.
You are my infection,
filled with hypnotic toxin.
I love you so much.