Tik-Tak

He Lurks

Stalker breath,
shadow on my screen,
lurking in my DMs
like a whisper I never asked for.

He says he loves me.
He says he changed for me.
But I see the lie in it—
he wants the idea of me,
not me.

Stop.
Don’t mold your face into the shape of my desires.
Don’t stitch your heart to mine
like I ever asked you to.

You say,
“I am better because of you.”
But I don’t want to be your redemption,
your religion,
your reason to breathe.

Do not feed me your emotions
and call it devotion.
I cannot carry you.
I will not.

Tik-tak, tik-tak…
I hear you in the walls of my mind,
your shadow like smoke
slipping under doors,
uninvited.

You watch what I like,
you mimic what I love,
you copy the shape of my soul
but you don’t even know the date I was born.

You say you mourn with me
but you don't know her name.
You do not know my grief,
you do not know my ghosts.
Do not touch what you cannot understand.

Now I am here—
giving you a chance
not from love
but from pity,
because the one I wanted
never turned back.

And God—
how wrong that is.
How heavy.
How empty.

Tik-tak, tik-tak…
time cracks open.

I feel watched.
Observed.
Dissected.

Not loved.

So hear me now:
Leave.
Let the clock strike silence.
Let your shadow return to its own body.

Because I am not yours.
I was never yours.
And I don’t want to be haunted anymore.

Onnaya