"What's the point?"

Man nipples.
Think about it for a moment...
Why do we have them?
What do they do?

They don't provide tasty treats for babies,
Nor do women (usually) find them attractive.

Sometime ringed in hair,
           or lost within an unkept forest.
                      Hell, even on naked planes of manliness.

They sit on our chests like two useless eyes       staring
Gazing at our lovers when passions pulls.
Forever unblinking, forever useless.

Maybe we have them to add character to our pecs or man boobs.
Or so our (fe)male counterparts don't feel odd or out of place.

Maybe they were our old form of a thermometer.
Yup, it's cold out. I could cut diamonds.

Again, I don't know.

But don't get me wrong,
I love my nipples, however pointless they are.

Pain

Pain.
Internal
Seconds tick backwards slowly.
                     Eternal

Every breath shakes the foundation.
Every twitch, an earthquake.

Hunger denied.
Sleep denied.
          Thoughts run rampant.

The who's, what's and where was I wrong.

Moments.
Unknowing
Shifting about, masked and in shadow.
                     Unknown

Walking a path,
Stepping on previous steps.

The condemned emotion, scorned.
Torn limb from limb,
          sinew from muscle.

Nerves lit with fire and oil, burning.

Darkness.
Judging
Looking at the wound, embracing it.
                     Judgement

Fear fills veins to overflowing.
Tearing at the seams.

Mind swimming.
Restless, lonely and calling out.
          No reply.

Wishing upon the backs of eyelids, whispers.

Goodbye

I hear the yelling,

glasses and plates breaking.

The stomping

Doors slamming

          Why can't they stop?

          Why won't they stop?

We used to be happy,

       used to be whole.

I can't bear to listen,

But I can't turn away.

          What did I do?

          Where was I wrong?

My eyes burn,

tears start to fall.

           How did we get here?

           What happened to us?

Finally the yelling fades.

I can hear crying.

Everything is still.

The dust settles.

The front door opens,

                                   closes.

The car starts, the engine revs

Screeching tires quickly fade,

never to return again.

           Why won't they stop?

           What did I do?

           What did I do?