digital stalker

tiktok follower 
obsessed it seems 
with all things rosie 
“the lies” i tell 

she has my phone number -
sadly too easy to find
in todays insane world - 
she pretends to be others 

then gloats about it 
on line - complete with texts 
“do u speak about me in therapy”
she asks - i do not hon 

trump like delusional existence 
him at the center of all 
her eyes are dark 
and tinged with madness 

i block her 
she makes a new account 
i no longer answer texts 
if i dont recognize the number 

she has a scary vibe 
a dangerous stare
a confused mind 
and a freaky focus on me 

it’s happened before 
sad to say 
a iraq war veteran with a TBI 
tragic in every way 

a woman who wants to be my wife 
a teen who asks to be adopted 
older folks just looking for connection 
usually breaks my heart 

but not this time 
as i find only anger in my soul
leave me alone bitch 
floats thru my mind 

and to name her 
is to give her what she wants 
so i wont 
next stop restraining order 

fame is so complicated 
what role u play in a strangers life 
hard to understand 
to gage the actual danger 

to chose faith over fear
my daily prayer 
aint working with this one 
so i carry on 

in the light of ireland 
taking in the greenery 
hanging with new friends 
loving my life 

‘u have no power here -
off b4 someone drops a house 
on u 2’
wicked witchy woman 

fly away