What Have I Done?

I was too scared
At that critical moment
Rife with indecision.

Could I have known
That their absence
Would reveal perfection?

I am terrified now
That I’ll never know
If it was love or infatuation.

I chose me over us
in a moment of weakness
Now I wish for the moment I missed.

I hold my pillow close
Wishing for their warmth
On a night I’m feeling selfish.

sex and violence, opposite ends of the same spectrum

Why in the states do we glorify violence and abhor sex? Here tearing each other apart is a more holy of an act than ultimate communion between 2 human beings. We are so separated from each other that we fear intimacy. It scares me, our love of destruction, but what I fear more is the total destruction of intimacy in the future. We all fear dying alone so why do we condone killing each other over loving each other?