These are just a couple of my little romantic-angst poems ... I like 'em, but that's just me. I'm sure some people like the book Battlefield Earth, too ... no accounting for taste. *grin*

Cold Master

The rain outside my window mirrors the rain
Within my heart. My world has fallen apart,
The destroyer merely a man. Not just any man,
Though, but the man who had my now-weeping
Heart in his hands. He handed it back to me roughly,
Coldly,
Ignoring the bruises he was forcing upon it. As I sit
Here, my chin on my drawn-up knees, the tears
seeping from my eyes, I contemplate revenge, self-pity,
And anger, but never hate, for no matter what he does, I
Cannot hate him,
No matter how I try....
For he's the one who showed me
How to live through agony,
Through despair;
The one who showed me that I was fine
By myself
And needed
No one.
This breaking of my heart
Is simply the next lesson,
The toughest one, but one I must
Master.

The Dance I watch him move, His muscled body Doing the dance of Morning ritual. He Stretches, yawns, and walks Toward his dresser. I study his face, Watching him compare His options for the Day...his boxers-- His new partner--take The lead, again. I watch this dance, As he tries To be coordinated, putting The boxers on Standing up. He falters In his steps-- And nearly falls--but Regains his balance, Turns to me and Smiles. He holds Out his hand, inviting Me to come. I decline, until the Finale, watching his Muscled body finish the Dance. I meet Him at the door, And we kiss.... The dance ends; He's gone.

I Swore I swore I'd never change. I swore no man would change me. I swore I'd never be swayed by soft kisses, passionate embraces, tender words, smoldering looks, brilliant flowers, witty discussion, or sweet compliments. I swore I could resist all of that. Will you give me something to resist, already? Here's a site that I think is awesome, but you'll probably only like it if you like H.P. Lovecraft...