:)

It’s not like Taylor Swift could challenge me to a fist fight.

Her hair would not hold curls for that.

What she doesn’t understand is

I’ve had real teardrops on my guitar.

Not some diamond encrusted shit bought by an industry plant.

I do respect that she writes her own music.

And I totally understand a ruined reputation.

We’d be able to swap stories for hours,

A metaphorical fistfight I guess.

“I’ve always respected you for being an ally,”

I would whisper to her over some white wine.

“The LGBTQ community is furious and ready to vilify anyone!”

She won’t respond.

She’s texting some boy.

“They vilified me when they let me wander off into five years of electroshock ex-gay therapy.”

I’ll continue.

“That’s so sad...”

She’ll respond as she pulls out her guitar and the first few tears from her sadness fall on the instrument.

“I’ll always be your friend tim,”

She would say, since I would obviously win the fist fight.