This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Rowan chapter.
You were my asylum.
With you,
I was paranoid,
scanning the streets at night
before flooring it out of your driveway.
With you,
I was confused,
like a snake eating its own tail,
destroying myself to please you.
Sprinting through the wet grass,
dirt on my ankles and alcohol on my shirt,
I escaped the insanity–
locked the door,
raced upstairs,
collapsed onto blankets.
With him,
I am accepted,
whispering secrets ‘til 3am
and never growing tired.
With him,
I am familiar,
greeted by sunshine
peaking through the curtains.
He is my home.