The woes of being a Punk girlfriend

Everyone thinks that I am so effortlessly cool, that we are the ultimate aloof couple.

But its really plenty of work.

The summers are a nightmare, because all of our clothing is black.

My eyes are constantly irritated from black eyeliner and mascara.

All of my cups have red lip stains. 

His face always has red lip stains.

My hair is dead, absolutely dead, from the constant dying and styling.

I cant touch him in the summer, because his studs burn me,

and in the winter, they give me frost bite.

If I lean on him, my face gets bruised.

His mohawk tends to poke my eye out..

Basically if we remain a foot away from each other its safe.

He looks so damn good playing a show, and I just want to give him some love.

But after a shower.

Due to the endless stream of shows, and my tendency to bruise, everyone thinks he is abusive.

Hes really not, he is more harmless than a teddy bear. 

But when we are in public people stare and judge.

They dont like us.

They don't know that I work with behaviorally challenged children from low income families.

and that I'm going to school to get a doctorate to continue doing the same thing.

They don't know that he is a very kind person, who sees the world in a very special way.

But thats just people on the outside

Inside its almost worst.

The people who claim to be like us are the worst.

The judge me based on my hair and my like in music and the fact that I'm quiet.

Apparently quiet means bitchy

To me it means anxious on the verge of a panic attack. 

They don't judge him though.

They all love him. 

He doesn't see the stares and the glares.

He doesn't get it, and never will.

Because the people that we have known for three years know his name,

where as I am just his lady.

Its hard and stressful being a Punk Rock girlfriend. 

Its hard to only see him a few hours a week, because he works and it in two bands, and I work and go to school.

So when you see us in public, being so effortlessly cool, and intimidating , know there is more.

Know that we arent perfect.

And stop f*****g judging us for who we are.

because we are great.

and we are struggling with life just like everyone else.