Because football was kinda dumb.
Because people thought I’d be bad at it.
Because the little broken boy I used to be would’ve liked it.
Because my sister laughed at me when I told her.
Because my mother taught me to not give a single flying fuck about what anyone I do not love thinks of me.
Because dad called it gay, and my gay friends are pretty chill
Because this way when I bitch about her it’s art.
Because there is a crying old man in my chest with an axe made of ink, and he’s only half way done cutting down the tree I hung the boy in me from.
Because I’ve forgotten to say I love you.
Because my best friend died and the last words I said to him were the least poetic I’ve ever spoken.
Because I didn’t go to his funeral.
Because I didn’t give a gun a blowjob last year.
Because I didn’t have a dad until I didn’t want a dad anymore.
Because it’s more therapeutic than drugs, and drugs are more therapeutic than therapy
Because two months ago I called my stepfather dad and he didn’t realize I didn’t call him by name.
Because I am an oak tree covered in burnscars and pixiedust and thick ass black body hair that just refuses to fall the fuck over.
Because yesterday I watched the most gandalf looking motherfucker on this planet wake up from a coma and growl at me for a cigarette and a beer.
Because if I get famous Morgan Freeman will read my shit.
Because in 25 years my kids might feel like this.
Because in 25 years I might be dead.
Because in 25 years I want to look back at my youth and know that I was heard.
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