Poet, Celebrity, Creeper.

My name is on your lips, on your best friend's heart.

I eclipse politics, religion, and everything near or far.

I am on your lunchbox, inside your idiot box too.

I'm stitched into your clothing, my t-shirt wears you.

I'm staring, bare-chested on your wall.

My hand's on my phone, awaiting your call.

We live in the same world, only mental blocks away.

We're breathing the same air, pumped through the same veins. 

I am outside your window.

I am under your skin.

I am David Hasselhoff,

And I'm coming in.

- Sincerely,

David