i heard on a day like tomorrow
from others
you are not what you are
all  poetry fled out of me
the way a river floats into the ocean;
it fled to infinity

but what's so nice about easy women
i'd rather fight for you in eternity
then
suffer in hell for days
with fake sympathy
from phony lovers

so i will stumble upon you
on a day like tomorrow
and ask you for two things
Acceptance and permission