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How is sex meaningless when it holds so much power? The act is likened to taking a shower. The act is so routine it is like eating your favorite cuisine, yet it’s mark can be left like a scary horror scene. 

You can do it with many, or even just one, but the main caption says it’s only for fun. The fun it is wasted like the worst thing you ever tasted because there is nothing fun once it’s done. The consequences mount and there’s fear throughout. Will I be abandoned? There isn’t even a doubt. Maybe there’s a baby, can you please get it out?

When the issue is sex and it makes you perplexed because you don’t know what’s next but all you want to do is have sex. You don’t have a clue what sex has done to you because it has you so blue you can’t even make curfew. The guy doesn’t want you but you might want him, but is it the sex that you treasure or is it the win? 

Constantly telling you one thing is true, when you see another, you don’t know what to do. The repetition has you glued like sex with the dude, but it ruins your mood because you know you’re screwed. The man you claim to love has to hear about a scrub while you claim he was not sent from above. 

You know what sex means and you know you’re both fiends, but worst of all you know how it seems. To be honest to each other and say you want another, is even harder than saying goodbye to your late brother. 

Saying sex is meaningless is an excuse just to have it because it has more or less become a habit. The ones who partake are never left in the wake, it’s the ones who know better who shouldn’t be together because once you break what you built, all you feel is guilt and the other person is left to wilt. 

Sex means a lot unless you’re a robot because connection is key and it’s how you know if you’re meant to be. When you can’t tell what your emotions are because they’ve always been super far, you can’t feel love because you don’t know who you are. 

Sex is a substitution for love, just as peace is represented by a dove. If this is true what does it mean for you? 

When sex is good you crave it more than you should, but what do you gleam from sex that’s unseen? Sex is a tool that you use because it’s cool and it helps you feel like you’re a teacher at a preschool. The power is there but you don’t know where because you’re too busy trying to make everything fair. 

If sex is love, and love is a choice, you should choose to give your issues a voice. Fix the things that tear you apart from the one that you claimed to love right from the start. If sex makes a marriage great, and two people love to masturbate, when they come together, they should be together forever. Their sex should be practiced and love should be chosen unless their egos are too big and keep them frozen. 

Chapo

The way that I feel is hard to reveal because it brings tears to my eyes, which is not a surprise. The things that I’ve done under the guise of having fun, have really hurt me more than being shot by a gun. 

The pain in my heart makes me want to fall apart because I just can’t process what I need to express. The hatred that my heart contains is for myself because my feelings remain. I thought sex would cure them and make me feel pure again, but I was wrong like always, my feelings never fall away. 

The feelings I speak of are for the one I that I speak of, but they’re bad and make me mad. It’s jealousy and frustration from the knowledge that I’m not enough, and that I do not satisfy his urges, which is tough. My face is ugly and my body is not what he wants, but all I want is his love so all I can think of is to taunt. 

If I show little interest I may not be hurt, but I was wrong again because those feelings are inert. Unworthy is the word that comes to mind, but if I think that what can I ever hope to find? If he doesn’t love me, then why does he want me, maybe he is trying to taunt me. We are the same, but could this all be a game? Is it for me? I can’t just wait and see. 

Do we even like each other? Is the question I’d ask, for we seem to hurt each other like it’s our favorite task. I went too far, but he was already there, he just couldn’t get the task completed, so it’s just not fair. Now I have guilt because I did what he wanted to do. Would you feel guilty if it were you? 

i only did what I did to stop feeling like second best, but I think I put our love to the test. If feels awkward when we text and it is a rare occurrence every since I said next. But I meant love me more, not walk out of the door. I can’t handle not being wanted by you anymore. 

The mistake I made was not feeling content with the way you loved me even if it was how you meant. I miss the old days even if you wanted to stray, you couldn’t go through with it for whatever reason and that should have been enough for me to stay. The distance is long but we could be strong although the timing is not perfect we could certainly work it. But we choose to keep our distance and for that we don’t need assistance because life has chosen for us and now there is no us, but neither of us could even fuss, although I hope that one day we can restore us. 

Rape

How vulnerable can you be when you’re pinned against a tree by a man with strong arms and the will to harm? He lifts up your dress as you squirm, kick and scream, while he stands firm. 

How could this be, he’s holding you up with one knee as he pins your hands above your head and against the tree. He’s got one hand left as he grabs your breast and works his way to your Sunday bests. As he tugs at your underwear, you feel the tree ripping up your hair as you struggle just to breathe.

 His hands on his pants, but he’s not about to dance, for he’s taking his stance which gives you one last chance. Oh no, you can’t move you’re going to have to choose, do you stare at him blankly while he’s raping you quite frankly or do you close your eyes and wish you weren’t alive?

 If your eyes are closed, your other senses are exposed to the terror that ensues so how can you choose? The choice is made, you stare right at the blade as he forces his way inside of you. In and out he goes as your face overflows with liquid from your teary eyes. All you can feel is the icy chill of your bruised inner thighs. 

Once he’s done, you cannot run because your body feels like it could die. Your bones are sobbing, your insides throbbing and now you’re scarred. Not from the knife, not from the strife, but from the inner thought that tells you now you’re one of the ones who will rot. You will wither away like the time and the day that a man took your life away.

NotCS said: 

Rape

How vulnerable can you be when you’re pinned against a tree by a man with strong arms and the will to harm? He lifts up your dress as you squirm, kick and scream, while he stands firm. 

How could this be, he’s holding you up with one knee as he pins your hands above your head and against the tree. He’s got one hand left as he grabs your breast and works his way to your Sunday bests. As he tugs at your underwear, you feel the tree ripping up your hair as you struggle just to breathe.

 His hands on his pants, but he’s not about to dance, for he’s taking his stance which gives you one last chance. Oh no, you can’t move you’re going to have to choose, so you stare at him blankly while he’s raping you quite frankly or do you close your eyes and wish you weren’t alive?

 If your eyes are closed, your other senses are exposed to the terror that ensues so how can you choose? The choice is made, you stare right at the blade as he forces Gus way inside of you. In and out he goes as your face overflows with liquid from your tears eyes. All you can feel is the icy chill of your bruised inner thighs. 

Once he’s done, you cannot run because your body feels like it could die. Your bones are sobbing, your insides throbbing and now you’re scarred. Not from the knife, not from the strife, but from the inner thought that tells you now you’re one of the ones who will rot. You will wither away like the time and the day that a man took your life away.

 hahaha. speaking from experience. i'm glad you were raped. you fucking deserve it you disgusting piece of shit.

Matrix said: 

NotCS said: 

Rape

How vulnerable can you be when you’re pinned against a tree by a man with strong arms and the will to harm? He lifts up your dress as you squirm, kick and scream, while he stands firm. 

How could this be, he’s holding you up with one knee as he pins your hands above your head and against the tree. He’s got one hand left as he grabs your breast and works his way to your Sunday bests. As he tugs at your underwear, you feel the tree ripping up your hair as you struggle just to breathe.

 His hands on his pants, but he’s not about to dance, for he’s taking his stance which gives you one last chance. Oh no, you can’t move you’re going to have to choose, so you stare at him blankly while he’s raping you quite frankly or do you close your eyes and wish you weren’t alive?

 If your eyes are closed, your other senses are exposed to the terror that ensues so how can you choose? The choice is made, you stare right at the blade as he forces Gus way inside of you. In and out he goes as your face overflows with liquid from your tears eyes. All you can feel is the icy chill of your bruised inner thighs. 

Once he’s done, you cannot run because your body feels like it could die. Your bones are sobbing, your insides throbbing and now you’re scarred. Not from the knife, not from the strife, but from the inner thought that tells you now you’re one of the ones who will rot. You will wither away like the time and the day that a man took your life away.

 hahaha. speaking from experience. i'm glad you were raped. you fucking deserve it you disgusting piece of shit.

 Ha ha ha, it’s just a poem. 

It does seem a little bit like you're trying to fetishize the rape experience. 

Turncoat said: 

It does seem a little bit like you're trying to fetishize the rape experience. 

 That was kind of the intent because that’s how I see rape now. It’s a fantasy now.

NotCS said: 

Turncoat said: 

It does seem a little bit like you're trying to fetishize the rape experience. 

 That was kind of the intent because that’s how I see rape now. It’s a fantasy now.

What.