World destruction

I sit 

and sip on my morning coffee while there are people being murdered all around the world. Everywhere is an ocean of red that our society is drowning in. The pools of blood are up to our eyeballs and pretty soon my coffee will taste like death too. How many lives does it take? How many deaths justify killers? The only thing being proven is that we are the monsters in our story books that we read to our children as we tuck them into bed. We are not the great species who will make earth better. We are the people who murder all living things (even each other) for the sake of something to prove. We will all be bodies on the ground before someone starts choosing life over ego. This sea of blood is not the answer, and I am sick of drowning in it.  -M.D.L

what is a quarter and a piece of gum worth?

Loving you is easy. I slip into something vulnerable and wrap my hands around your neck, rubbing our hearts against each other. It's funny that the most vulnerable part of your body is in the front of you, where others can touch it. It's like you made an incision on the skin barricade around my heart and pulled it to the surface through the hole you made in my chest for examination. You held my heart in your hands and kissed it gently and I never asked for it back. Loving someone is easy, it's the giving of your own soul, your insides that is hard. People take pieces and fragments of who you are and shove them in their pockets where the fall out during their morning run. That's what you did, took small fragments of who I was and scattered them umongst the black pavement like rose pettles in a wedding. I had parts and what were once wholes missing where I used to be complete. You no longer kissed my heart gently, you neglected it slowly so I asked for it back. You no longer had it. You sold it to the boy down the street for a quarter and a piece of gum. I forgot that I was supposed to protect the one thing that was important to me. I forgot to tell myself how important I was, to never let my guard down. Instead I sold my heart and soul to you for nothing. I have never been good at bargaining... losing everything for what I thought was something.
-M.D.L