Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

I Want You Back

Two texts came in.
“I still love you.”
“I want you back.”
I did not recognize the number.
It was not in my phone.

I dialed the number, and a machine answered.
It was his voice.
My stalker, freak boy, the crazy kid.
The one who had followed me around
Giving me compliments, thinking we had a relationship.

He could not have me back because we never had a relationship.
I was horrified. Who gave this creep my new number?
I began looking around the house looking for bugs.
None of my friends would have betrayed me like this.

The doorbell rang. I looked through the peek hole.
Some guy was holding a huge bouquet of yellow roses
in front of his face.
I reached for the phone to call the police
as I heard the glass in the door breaking.

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Darlene De Beaulieu February 25, 2021 at 11:34 AM Hello Caren, oh this is scary. I hope the police cam out to help. Hugs Darlene. Darlene De Beaulieu February 26, 2021 at 10:01 AM Hello Caren, Oh, a fabrication. Enjoy your weekend . Hugs Darlene. Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2021 at 5:54 PM A fabrication

Ann Peck February 25, 2021 at 8:47 AM Great job, Caren. I've been there: not fun! You described it perfectly. Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2021 at 5:54 PM Thank you Ann

Kim Rodrigues February 25, 2021 at 6:01 AM Wow! Frightening. One teen tried to cling to my daughter and would even call me when he knew she was at band. Thankfully he lived at least an hour away and we nipped this in the bud right away! The yellow bouquet hides a xanthous monster! Ruuuuunnnnn! Caren Krutsinger February 25, 2021 at 5:55 PM That is what I was trying for.