Recovery

They say the quickest way to being happy
is to remember what makes you the happiest.

So I write in recovery
of a broken heart
of a failed attempt
to capture a heart.

A heart made of chocolate
Cause at least it tastes sweet
and on those late nights
When I cry all alone
I know that with chocolate
at least I have comfort
Like the feeling of being at home
Back when I had no worries
because gay was a word
we giggled about because
no one knew it didn't mean happy
because a gay gay is just an oxymoron
waiting to happen
Waiting to not happen
Trying to defy the moron
and put oxygen into a broken heart.

Kickstart my heart with the power
of the double-As in my remote
that say they keep going
like the energizer bunny
But that bunny sometimes rests too
But it still has enough power
to jumpstart my life again
When the sting is gone
from my broken heart.

Fortunately
Only three months left
Until this hell is gone
and I'm on my own
(in the good way,
the way I want to be)
INDEPENDENCE.
Graduation
Liberation
Gratification
Exultation
3 months.

Acceptance is a bliss
felt only once
or fifty times
in these meager
lives of ours.
Acceptance is going
to a place so
very far away
that no one here
can bother me there
unless I want to
be bothered
by you
and yours.

My future is bright,
even if my love is dim.
Because right now
I'm not setting up love
in a place I'm only
squatting in.

I'm on the way to recovery
But it'll be a while 'til I'm ready
to say that final goodbye.

So if you want to love me
I'll be happy to oblige.
But if you don't...
well...
The chocolate's the best
Kind of heart there is.