Love

I am not mad we will have a homophobe for a president I am mad because we will have a president who can't love Love is holding their hand as they fall asleep It's waiting for them to get home late It's being a shoulder to cry on It's texting them goodnight It's asking if they are okay It's holding them when their grandma dies It's protecting them It's trusting them It's them trusting you I am not made we have a homophobe for a president I am mad we will have a president who doesn't know love