I would like to know why.
Why someone feels the need
The drive
The ambition to impose their agenda on those who are innocent.

Why an eighteen year old young woman had to go to bed in tears because either
Her body was
Objectified
Toyed with
Lusted over

Not to forget **** shamed,
Judged
Assumed fat probably
And objectified again

Then because she wore a "low cut shirt"
She
"Wants it". - (That sentence disgusts me so much I would go back in time to spit on the original misogynist who phrased it together.) -
Or is flaunting.

Sense when is a tank top so grossly sexualized?

Sense the idea of a 'perfect woman' has no body fat
He's an hour Glass figure
To match her perfect hands that
Don't touch anything outside the kitchen
And children

That way us men can keep our women pure. -(The fact that this is true for so many makes me sick)-

The fact that me writing the truth hurts people so badly that they might comment
"Hey, keep yourself to yourself, don't go telling me how to treat my woman."
While in actuality all they would do is prove my point by laying claim to "my" woman. Essentially placing ownership.

I want to know why a friend could be so offended by someone they care about so badly that they don't even confront the person.

I want to know what drives a person to minipulat
Constrict
Exaggerate
Propagate
And push to have someone friendship severed due to their own displeasure.

Why an honest man gets accused of heinous crimes when they simply were avoiding the problem.

Why is it that they are so brutally persecuted when the antagonist is let free.

(The entire fact that I have to weave this poem into existence bothers me. If people could be kind and loving, the world might not go to **** every three days)

The more people stay silent and think someone else will step up is
The sooner the entire
Populous will
Fall
And
Crumble

He lies flat on the rooftop
looking at the stars.

Useless worlds birthing and dying
he muses
the colossal magnificence of waste

if atrophy is the verdict
why create a complex web of universe
just because someone from an island
would stare at them
in awe of the beauty
seeking a key to the riddle
himself a grain of dust
lost in reading the firmament
and not grasping
of what significance
he is
within his shrinking space and time
in an expanding universe.

When the waters of a rising ocean quench the fires of a burning society maybe people will believe in the science that could have prevented it all.

I'm a hairline fracture one hug from breaking apart.

And I'm falling apart anyway.

I'm a melting *** of emotions dumped into the floor.

So, thanks for asking, I am not okay.

Zoom in. See your heart at its
Most spectacular through an
Electron microscope.

I've come to embrace our
Lack of foreverness, yet
Witness it through

Our faint touches hidden
Behind backs while passing.
No, there is nothing divine

Here. No shade of an angel's
Wing over our hearts as they
Stroke each other fleetingly,

Just two pieces of mud in a
World of dirt and
Water.

A broken man in a complete
Galaxy; I carry my pieces with  
My back straight.

This scarred heart is weak, but
My arms are well trained from
Taking its loads.

I'll carry yours when you need
Me to. Zoom out. See our joined
Hearts through a telescope.

Milky Way doorways.
The magical kissing of a neck
Across a threshold.