There's an insane woman after me

I can tell from the look in her eye

At first I thought

She just wanted to fuck me

To which

I happily obliged her

But

A dawning recognition has

Broken forth

She ain't all there

Especially when I don't call her

Every hour

She throws fits

Breaks things

Likes to be tied up

Which

Still isn't all that upsetting

But now

Whenever I leave my house

There she is

Go to a movie

There she is

Get up to let the dog out

There she is

She even

Took a shit

And left it

On my doormat

This

Coupled with her

Angry obsession

With knives

Has left me a little bit

Disturbed

I don’t know

Maybe

I should stop

Having sex with her?