Disclaimer:  Before you get the wrong idea, I hate fucking poetry, I've never written a poem in my life, and don't think I ever will.  I'll never buy a book of poetry, and I don't want to listen to a poem.  That said, I wrote these 3 poems because my-ex and I split, and I saw the light and there was this poetry contest spam message and whatever...

The fourth was written TO me rather than BY me.

I love you and it hurts

She says she doesn't love me,
when only yesterday she did.

She says she doesn't love me,
it's all the things I did.

But I know that she still loves me
It doesn't matter what I did.

To know that she still loves me,
it takes a special ear to hear.

It hears not what she's saying,
it hears only what she feels.

What she says I cannot hear,
what she feels I hear so clear.

And I hear just what she's feeling,
it's I loves you and it hurts

To me, TO ME

I loved the things she cooked for me
The place was kept so clean for me.

I loved the way she cared for me
I lived each day so clean and free.

She wondered why I went away
“with so much love at home”, she’d say.

She never cared to really see
Important things to me, TO ME!

Did she EVER really get the key?
Arousal was my currency.

Nicest Thing Ever Said to Me
The following was written to me by a friend

Everyday we walk past things we don’t notice or we take for granted.  Then, once in our lives, we are given the opportunity to stand beside something great; so great, it is actually hard to imagine.  The sad part is that most people, when in this rare situation, do not realize this and keep on going as if nothing. 

If they only knew that for a brief moment they encountered a kind of man God sends down ever so rarely to show the rest of us what we should be like.  Instead though, we are just us.  He is what every man should be and what no woman deserves, and no one that has ever lived or is to come will ever compare to him. 

It’s not about the ordinary things people like to compete in like perfect teeth, perfect hair, perfect bodies.  It's about the person, the soul that beats in his heart and fills his veins with dominion.  There’s such a power within him that he can hardly contain it within his own body.  It seems to exude through every pore, shine through his eyes, and to smile like fire- untamable fire. 

His character seems to come from a fairy tale.  A knight with courage, honor, and pride.  A knight that can kill a monstrous dragon that threatens the people and then go home and make his woman feel like a cherished rare flower.  He would give up his life to save another yet he would fight to live so he could return to the woman who’s life and world revolves around him. 

He is the force that pushes everyone ahead, a force that can motivate the very best in you with just a single glance.  He is that castle in the sky and he’s also that secret lair of forbidden fantasy, both being places everyone longs and dreams to visit. 

He is a rock of a man.  Nothing can penetrate him- unless he allows it.  There, underneath this solid fortress, is a beautiful place, vulnerable and soft.

His wounded heart lays alone in the dark awaiting someone to come and revive it and make it secure again.  He longs to give that sweet secret part of him to someone who will know it’s worth and cherish it and replace it with a piece of themselves, making them both still whole, but only within each other. 

Iana Filion - 11/25/03