Not Your Presi…

Yes, he is your president. He’s my president. He’s the president of all Americans. The fact that he is misogynistic and narcissistic and racist and everything else does not change the fact that he is your president.

And you know why he is your president? Because we voted for him.

No. Not you. And certainly not I. But we. The people. So please, put down your Dump Trump signs and ask yourself? Is this pussy willing to grab back against all the Americans who voted for him?

Will this pussy grab back against a Democratic Party that put Hillary fucking Clinton as their nominee?

Will this pussy still be grabbing back if the economy improves? If that dick puts more money in your pussy pocket?

You don’t have to like him…hell, i’d judge you harshly if you did, but he is our president…and he deserves a chance to…

Oh who am I kidding.  Let’s burn this fucker down!

rain

There’s something broken in me
Something small that hurts large
It barely takes a breath to knock me to my knees

I am broken.

It’s a hurt, a pain, and years of memories. 
The difference between “i love you” and “I’m in love with you”
has little to no meaning.

Love doesn’t matter. Love was meaningless.
all that remains is all that breaks
my heart. my soul. my life…

I hate this brokeness…caused by love…caused by your rejection. 

So i look back. to go back. to see the path and repair what remains
yet back looks black and
back is black and white

i can see clearly now
picture perfect rain is falling down
i look back and see nothing
i look forward but am blind
rain is the only direction i see

down.

Anger

So much anger today.

Anger, anger, anger, anger…love?

There is now an awareness of loneliness, a feeling that has been with me for some time…years probably…perhaps always…but until this week I didn’t recognize it. T wants to leave (or rather, wants me to leave) and, sadly, this might be the most intimate we have ever been. I’ve certainly never been this vulnerable before.

It’s shit that it took this to open me up. And here I sit…broken, hurting, lonely, and growing. Growth hurts. At the end of the day I don’t know if I will be a better man but I suspect I will be more complete.