Thank you, May I have Another?

So, I put up a status on myyearbook.com stating that I will write a poem for anyone who liked it. The only thing was the fact that they had to write the topic. And, of course, I was asked to write a horny poem. Obviously I had no idea what I was doing (virgin right here) and literally told this person that it was the hardest poem I have ever attempted to write. And I am revealing it to you today. Enjoy…

Gasping for air
I pulled him closer to me
As he moaned with excitement
And groaned with glee.

Time went frozen
It was just he and I
For as long as eternity
And gone in the blink of an eye

Up and down, up and down
The rhythmic motion continued on
Faster and Faster
We kept going strong

And then it ended
After so much pleasure

Ecstasy faded
And so did the pressure.

I have cut myself recently. I wanted to feel alive because way too often I feel like the living dead. You know, minus the endless craving for brains. I watch my wrist bleed and see that my blood is still flowing. I feel the addicting sting of the needle against my skin and know that I’m alive. It’s really weird, I know. But it’s really just how I feel. I do it when I’m sad, angry, depressed, and everything in between. I’m actually going to do it later today. Breath is coming harder and harder to come by, and in a way, this helps.

Oh yes, this is a big deal. People are crying, hurting themselves, and dying. It’s complete bullshit that people can be so hateful to someone who can’t help but love. I want to punch those people in the face. If they don’t like it, they don’t have to look. Here is one example of those people I hate with a passion…

“Wow, I can’t believe those people are gay.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you think it’s gross?”

“I think it’s as gross as you kissing your boyfriend.”

“I love him.”

“They love each other”

“I just wish they would go away.”

“You love your guy, right? And if anything were to happen to him, you would still love him?”

“Of course, nothing could separate me from him.”

“What if he turned into a girl? Would you still love him?”

“Don’t even joke about that, sicko.”

“I’m done here.”