I take my stand here as a warrior and a man

Fuck writing poems when you’re drunk.

When you’re drunk, you might actually say something truthful. It might be misspelled, it might have bad grammar, but it may say something you’ll look back upon in the morning and be afraid of, wondering who saw it, wondering what was exposed.

If you are brave enough, you’ll let it stand. No friends filter, no deletion, no rewrite.

Evidence:

I love you;

You gave me the best head I ever had;

You knew all along I was a bastard and it was the main source of lust between us;

I am still frightened by your smile, you knew me too well;

I wish it was not a problem between us like a shadow or a line drawn down the front of the Hoover Dam, forever putting us one hour out of joint;

If I had known who I was back then, understood the illness better, I would be with you still;

Killing is too easy;

There are responses to some questions that mean less than the fact that the question was asked at all.