Poopstang

I cannot cry for myself. Instead I cry for those who don't know what they're worth I cry for the people who does not love their lives and for those who have people that ruin it for them. I cry for the people who can't sleep at night. I cry for the people without a home and for those without their parents. I cry for people who are used, no matter what way. I cry for people who kill and for those who can kill. I cry for the people who are forced to flee from their home because of war and I cry towards the people who lead the war. I cry for the suffering that the war has cost. I cry for the men who have to travel to another country to ge

I knew it from the start. That you were bad news. Everyone knew.   But I was madly in love, nothing could stop me. I just wanted you to touch me, gently, unlike how anyone ever touches me. Your lips. The little scratch from your beard when our lips met. I could find nothing more arousing than that. I knew I had to give you everything to keep you, but I couldn't possibly give you any less. I knew that the price of your touch is unlimited, so everything isn't enough. You were so beautiful, still are, but I knew from the start that beauty doesn't go well with me. You're so priceless.  So unreachable.