Laughs and Lobotomies

I’ve always been a decent student, a business major, took the “boring and expected path”

But on the darkest days I don’t remember what math homework I worked on while holding back tears.

But I remember the songs I’ve wept to alone until I fell asleep.

I remember the books I drowned myself in, curled up in the corner between my dresser and closet in front of the heating vent.

The only place I felt safe, loved, warm.

Life is different now.

I have more and less.

I’m not a Wharton-bound D1 athlete

But I no longer have to weep alone

There’s a strong warm shoulder

Belonging to the best man I’ve ever known

I love you. Always. No matter what comes.