rehab
give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
bring me your problems, your complaints, your deep sighs
lay your head on my chest and let me coddle you
leave with me: your mommy issues, your fear of never being a real man,
and all your insecurities
I am your rehab
your escape from your innermost demons
i am your protection, your therapist, your medication, your emotional support animal
and everyday I will tell you in most gentle voice
“it’s all going to be okay”
as a vapid hole grows in my chest
from taking in all your “bad”
you leave me with everything and nothing at all
I am your rehab
some day you will be discharged
and you’ll never pay your outstanding bill
you won’t reciprocate the home I housed you in
as my walls crack, my foundation shakes, and my insides flood
i was your rehab
