Breaking the rules doesn’t always translate into thuggery.
Sometimes, it’s simply an expression of fear. Or anger.
Or wishful thinking so soulful and painful that anger
is the only relevant and meaningful expression.
I wish I broke the rules. I wish I’d admitted my
fear and expressed my rage and my paranoia in a way
that might have explained my anger.
But all I have to work with is now, and you, and all
I can hope for is your tolerance and understanding and,
if I’m extraordinarily lucky, your love.
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