Moody Monday : Rejection Therapy

broken hearted

 

I never really know what to say.

Consoling words?

Or fiery contempt?

Is there really anything you can say to help?

No, just be there I guess.

Be a friend and listen.

 

Though I’m amazed that anyone would come to me for a heart to heart.

But they do.

Oh Pat I really loved him……

I thought he was the one….

In days gone past I would simply suggest a sexual cure all.

Otherwise known as a spit roast.

Being older and wiser, I now say nothing.

I’m able to fake those concerned looks that most people give when they are bored.

 

The cliche says that gays can’t fall in love.

We just fuck each other until we die of aids.

The sad reality is that we fall in love at the drop of a hat.

One minute you are arranging a hook up via GRINDR, the next buying a new hat.

I guess gays just want to love and be loved.

 

Personally, I just want to fuck and be fucked.

You have no idea how hard it is to find a real top in Dublin.

All my friends think I’m emotionally stunted.

Pat can’t love.

They all believe I’ve had my heart broken.

Poor broken Pat.

Pat would just love to have his hole broken in.

But seems like I ask for too much.

 

Anyhow, back to rejection.

How do we cope after we’ve had out heart ripped out?

There is no magic cure.

You just have to suck it up.

Cry it out.

Sit in the dark.

Read Dylan Tomas poetry and pine.

The pain may never truly go, but you will learn to live with it.

 

2 thoughts on “Moody Monday : Rejection Therapy

  1. Maybe I’m emotionally stunted too, but I say pining and reading depressing poetry never helped get over anything. “Fuck till you’re fine” is just a whole lot more fun!

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