Hidden in the shadows in the silence shooting arrows to your heart.
I wait engulfed in shyness to traumatized by fear to speak.
I tread upon a platform much to unsteady for my feet. Rejection, I know your name quite well,
the way my heart still aches from the last time that I fell. Since then
I’ve grown a plant in honor it bares a timid kind of flower hidden well under the cover of a dark and twisted love.
-From the diary of a stalker.