What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
If anyone asks me for relationship advice, I’m not going to tell them to search for a perfect love story. I’m going to tell them, wait for the person that will stay on the phone with you til 1:30 a.m. to talk out their issues. Wait for the person that suddenly realizes they were wrong when they hear your voice. Wait for the person that knows your deepest crevices and still loves you. Wait for the person that thinks you’re worth the shit you put them through.
On the other hand, don’t settle for a relationship with no respect. Be with someone who wouldn’t dream about being with anyone else. Be with someone who only sees you in a room full of people. Be with someone who thinks you’re worth it. Cause isn’t that what love really is, at the end of the day? Betting on something because you think it’s worth it.”