Every Day You Fall in Love
Every Day You Fall In Love
Honey Pots and Roller Skates
It starts off with young innocent hopefuls
that’ll become fetishized eye candy and
you might not realize it then but it’s a
problem and it’ll keep being a problem because
the rest of the plot was decided before you even
got a chance to read the script
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Daydreams and Wet Dreams
and you didn’t know it then but
before she could even work up the idea
that she might just be in love with you
you had already determined that you
might just want to fuck her and nothing
else mattered because the wet dreams
aren’t cinematic masterpieces but they’re cheap
and easy and you can be in so many of them
the loneliness never has time to hit you
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Re-Read Text Messages and Replayed Snaps
and the screenshots aren’t of words
but of naked bodies that are coming in
every other day like audition tapes in an
industry where dicks think with their
dicks and rewrite scripts so that the plot
is always serving the lonely man like you and
that’s great because watch enough of these
movies and you feel like they never end and in
real life you’re the main character so the world serves you too
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Philosophers and Cowgirls
and you ponder the idea that this is a movie
about morals and you’re only going to grow if
you stop being such an asshole but god damn does it
feel good when one of those girls is sitting on you
and you’re not wearing any clothes and her ass
is like a globe revolving on your lap so you sit back
and soak it all in because you’re fucking the world
and it feels good
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Poetry Collections and Onlyfans Archives
and after it’s over pick up a book and try to be
a romantic because in the story eventually
they don’t fuck you they know you’re dirty
and they know you’re nothing but an empty
well that takes but doesn’t give
and the only way to change that is to find yourself
at the other end of your character arc where you
are damaged but salvageable but you know the script
you know where it’s going and you know how it ends
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Soft Kisses and Blowjobs
and it starts slow with kisses on the
lips because you’re a changed man and even though
you still don’t believe in love you’ve learned how to
convince women that they should still believe
and so they get in bed and slowly move each
kiss closer and closer down your body until the
screen fades to black and you get what you want
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Every Day You Fall in Love
Heartbreak and Hard-ons
and you are back where you started on this
heroes journey moving through broken hearts
that have served their purpose in pushing your story
forward and boy do you feel special standing on
top of the hill and looking up at the sky like it was
painted for you while you ignore the ruins beneath
you and celebrate your victory
Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet
Tori Black and James Deen
This is all you’ve ever known
All you ever will know
Love and sex based on fantasies where
the hero is actually the villain but
he wins anyways because the script was written
a long time ago and it was written by a dick who thinks with his dick.
Real Man Shit
Today I did real man shit.
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went to work
worked hard
clocked out
and bought
myself dinner
/
I washed that
down with two
coca colas while
I talked about
sports and women.
/
I showered
and cleaned
the must of
the day off
my body
sat back
and enjoyed
my time of well
deserved rest.
/
Later, I kissed
a woman that
wasn’t mine
and wont be.
/
I did it without
knowing her name.
I did without caring
if I’d hurt her.
I did it with a
smile on my face.
/
That’s real man shit.
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Then, at the end
of the day,
I wrote.
/
In a postcard
to myself
I said
You’re doing
a great job.
/
I reflected on
the day and
at the end of
my letter I
said to myself:
/
I love you.
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And then,
I cried.
Go Getter
Go Getter,
Whipping out of bed
and chasing her dreams.
/
The world is at her fingertips
but she won’t be happy
until she has a handful.
/
Lost in her melancholy
but guided by her independence,
she doesn’t need anything;
She only does,
only persist.
/
She grows out of her self
with vines outstretched,
ready to wrap herself
around the world.
/
Go getter,
wrap yourself around me.
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Cause in my self-centered
hallucination,
I’ve convinced myself
that I should be the world.
/
And when I have dreams
and you’re in them,
I convince myself that
it’s romance that brings you to me
and not an unhealthy obsession.
/
Years of hard wiring
have made me
want you.
Years of hard wiring
have made me
need you.
/
Go getter,
I look at you and question myself,
which one of my extra glances
turns the curious into the perverse?
/
Like a Fresh Prince,
I ask out loud
Why don’t she want me?
Like your desire is owed to me,
Like you’re a missing father
and it’s your responsibility
to fill my needs for
love and affection.
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Go getter,
I am the world.
The world where
even the nice guys
are the bad guys.
Belt Buckle
You lay on top of me and our
faces are so close together that
looking into your eyes pulls me
into you.
/
When we kiss, we start with just our lips.
Both of mine close on one of yours and
when they open, they push your upper lip
and open your mouth enough that I
sneak my tongue inside.
We close our eyes when this happens.
We open them as we pull away
From each other and smile.
/
Before we kiss again, I move my hands
from your waist to your face.
I feel around so that later, when I think of it,
I cant just see it but I can feel it too.
My thumbs brush your cheeks before
passing over the bump on your nose
on their way to your lips. I put both
hands on the sides of your head and
pull you closer to me.
/
This time, while we kiss, I run
my fingers through your hair.
I move slow, doing my best to
not get caught in the tangles and instead,
move together with each strand like
we’re growing in unison.
Our eyes close again as I
massage your head the same way
I do when you’re trying
to get to sleep.
/
I am caring,
I am loving,
I am romantic,
Until I feel my head start to tingle.
/
After it tingles
I forget to care,
to love,
to be romantic.
/
I put my hands on top of your head
and push it towards my belt buckle.
Trickle Down
Que chingen a su madre los del America
Que chingen a su madre los de las Chivas
Que chingen a su madre los del Cruz Azul
De Nexaca
De Toluca
De Monterey
De Tijuana
Todos.
Que todos chingen a su madre.
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Grown men.
Growing men.
Grown boys.
Growing boys.
/
They hate each other.
Hate each other so much
they can’t fathom the idea of
loving each other.
The idea is so foreign it becomes
the punchline at the end of a joke.
/
Two men,
fans of a rival team,
kiss each other.
The other men
laugh and celebrate
like it’s a victory.
/
Maybe it’s not that big of a deal.
Maybe it’s not that serious.
Maybe it’s just a few bad apples.
But maybe not.
/
Because when the goalkeeper
kicks a ball off of his line
it’s the whole stadium that shouts
PUTO!
They shout it loud enough
that you can hear it even
when you’re watching from home.
/
The room laughs.
/
First the grown men,
then the growing men,
then the grown boys,
and then the growing boys.
/
This is trickle down
homophobia.
/
Maybe it’s not that big of a deal.
Maybe it’s not that serious.
Maybe it’s just a few bad apples.
But maybe not.
/
I was a growing boy once.
And in high school,
when a boy in my English class
shared that he had a crush on me,
I hated him for it.
/
In a room full of growing boys,
I wanted to shout,
PUTO!
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In a room full of growing boys,
I wouldn’t have been the only one.
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This is trickle down
homophobia.
/
This is what makes
bad apples
out of
growing boys
and grown boys,
out of growing men
and grown men.
/
Somewhere along the way,
the trickle will stop.
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Que chingen a su madre los que gritan puto.
Que chingen a su madre los que soportan el homophobia.
Que chingen a su madre los que soportan al transphobia.
Que chingen a su madre todos que no dejan amar
en paz.
BroadStew 