Does anyone have pest control's number?

I am a pest

I want to see inside your head

I want to be a passive creep,

Creeping about outside where you sleep..

I want to know your secrets..

The darkest.. the dirtiest. 

I'm filthy.. a fiend!! 

And I want to know more

I want to run my fingers through your hair and press my fingers deep,

So deep to where your scalp splits at the seams

So then I can truly memorize those thoughts of yours

Perverse thoughts.

I am gross and perverted 

I want you to be too.

I want you to be as corrupt as I,

I need to memorize you

I'm obsessive. Obsessed!

Obsessed with observing you

Watching from a distance.

I need you to watch me too.

Crave my disgust..

Crave my hate!

I wish I had disinterest 

I wish I knew if this was hatred,

I want to rid myself of you

But

I don't 

I need you to hate me. 

Tell it to my face

Slap me.

Please!

I crave passion.

Whether it's love or disgust 

I need openness 

I need access 

What do you think of me?

When do you think of me?

Will you continue to think of me?

Do you love me?

Hate me?

Want me dead?

Oh, how I want to know!

And that is why, 

I am a pest

Something that needs to be gotten rid of.

Dealt with.

Pest or poet, perhaps I am both

Writing this poem to an unaddressed lover

Not really a romantic love

A parasitic one

A suicidal yearning 

A quiet admission.. admiration of hate.

June 6, 2026

((NOTE: I am mentally stable. I write about struggles but hyperbole is a friend of mine. Or perhaps I'm lying and it's all true. Who knows!!))