When I thought I would never smile again
He picked me up and re-educated me on the joys of laughter
Taught me that the meaning of a real man
Extended far beyond good dick, conversation, and the pretend happily-ever-afters
When I thought the tears would become a perpetual event
His shoulders became my tissues
His mind was my open book to escape from the reality of my pain
And his ears became the bumpers upon which I vented my issues
When the pen decided it wouldn’t bleed for me anymore
He offered me the chance to meditate through new means
Gave me a new frame and a new utensil
And I painted a picture justifying the ends that you will never see
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