Angry Young Man

I don’t know why guys didn’t get the memo,

you know, that it is okay to be men,

no matter who you love.

I imagine the angry young man,

angry at other men being different to him,

or so he would claim,

grabbing me by the throat and

yelling his abuse.

“How dare you not be like me!"

“How dare you make it hard for the rest of us!”

(I’m not sure why) “I hate you!”

I look into his blue eyes

when it is hopeless 

and tell him to let go,

“Be free,”

“you never know who you might meet.”

“The love of your life, man,

just like that.”

“Why do you resist it so much?

Whether they have a dick, or a hole,

what’s the big deal?

It is all the same love you feel.”

He’d spit, and scream and stomp off.

“Love, not war,” I’d call after him.

"Love not war."

"Fuck off," he’d reply

over his shoulder as he goes.

As all he sees is his own pain 

reflected in my eyes.