A Poem for my Stalker

Sometimes we write a poem
About someone we love
About the beauty of a love returned
About the sorrow of love lost
The pain of love unrequited
The innocence of the love for a child
The power of love for sister or brother
The joy of love for a friend

But that's not what this poem is about
This poem is words wasted upon a waste of life
A creature that confounds
Dismays
Disgusts
Discourages
Plagues
Troubles
And pisses me off
For impinging his vile presence upon my thoughts

Hate
does not equal
Love

Get
it
through
your
thick
stupid
skull

And leave me the hell alone!

To my stupid stalker
The only thing any woman will ever dedicate to you
Are words describing how vile she thinks you are

There was never romance between us
Except in your delusional head
I never met you in person
Never gave you reason to believe that I was anything but a compassionate acquaintance
Never flirted
Never played hard to get
Because I don't want to be gotten
I want to be FORgotten
I want to be left in peace!
This is not a synonym for "I want you"
"I want to hear your scintillating thoughts"
"I await your every golden word"
"I love you secretly"
This is the straight up
real
unadulterated
exact translation for
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

and that is all it is or ever shall be.

Cie

The Straight Dope

Been down so low for so long
So tired of feeling lack
Where is the land of milk and honey
The promise of silver and gold
The end of the stress of having nothing
And wanting something more
It's not enough to write pretty words
It's not enough to dream pretty dreams
It's not enough to smell the roses blooming by the side of the dirty street
It's not the recognition
It's not the money in the bank
It's not the fawning crowds that praise you with knives held behind their backs
It's the need for the illusion of security
That drives me
And why I keep coming back
No matter how many times I get kicked in the teeth
I need something more than this
Maybe it's not spiritually developed
Or admirable
But it's the truth.

Cie