When The Dark Days Come

honey

like someone once said

we belong a long way from here

the tragic mysteries of life

unfold in front of us

and upon us

leaving unmentionable secrets

and secret unmentionables

but when the dark days come

I will pour myself out

and meld with you

provide cover

and bleed with you

give you refuge

from their judgmental voices

and rage with you

help you untangle yourself

from the barbed wires

of your past

and cry with you

nurse your wounds and kiss your scars

and heal with you

take on your heartbreaks as my own

and grieve with you

when the dark days come, honey

I will pinkie swear with you

that we will kick their f*ckin asses together

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John Michael Antonio is a freelance writer, photographer, poet and screenwriter. He claims his Midwestern roots while at the same time admitting his incurable and insatiable love and addiction for all things New York City. He has been the husband to his wife, the love of his life, for almost thirty years and is a father of three wonderful children. He is an unapologetic male feminist as well as a passionate lover of fashion, art, movies and music from all eras and genres. An endless dreamer, John Michael is also an avid historian, ex-punk rocker and a legendary Internet surfer who sleeps, on average, about four hours a day. His work has also been featured on The Good Men Project.

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