As I lay here late at night

Paranoia grips me tight

As I wonder just who is the man who speaks

With me recently with a rich story that reeks

Of hobblescotch bullshit

I don't believe it for a bit

Logically, I must say he seems much akin

To a certain stalker wearing different skin

All that I share of myself

Could've given a wealth

Of knowledge to create such a perfect story

That pulled on my heartstrings, blinding me

To possibilities of danger

I shouldn't trust strangers

But, the fool in me wants to keep believing

Because he gives me such a good feeling

For even though he lies

His poetry makes me cry

As I do see myself in him and him in me

So, from here on out I must act wisely

Walk the middle way I say

Give him the time of day

But don't start turning out my tiny wallet

Until I know it will be love that I shall get