Men

You keep telling me to lower my expectations.

I don’t need a reminder to be disappointed when you constantly do it for me all on your own.

You are a natural.

Every year.

Every month.

Every week.

Every day.

The bar is way past hell and you’re practically pissing on my face with your disrespect.

You’re nothing like your father but everything like your father.

Your mother looks at you with my same face of disgust.

Every year.

Every month.

Every week.

Every day.

I wish your parents loved you even just a little bit.

If they did maybe you’d know the basics of loving someone.

The basics of respect.

The basics of being a good man but you’re just a shit lover.

Every year.

Every month.

Every week.

Every day.

You remind me that the bar is so low I can’t even see it.

You’re like my own personal human alarm clock reminding me how much you don’t give a shit.

Every year; words with no follow through.

Every month; begging for something that will never be there for me.

Every week: dragging the dead weight of your male ego.

Every day: I hear alarm sirens that my expectations should still go lower.