When the storm comes, my compass always points to—

You.

You’re always there when I’m at my lowest.

The time I broke both my hands,

And you held my spoon up so I could eat.

That time my apartment flooded,

And you let me crash in your house.

When I got laid off from work,

For something I didn’t do,

You took the rest of the day off,

And we went out for drinks.

My first heartbreak,

You threw a bottle of water onto my lap,

Like you didn’t care,

And still lent me your shoulder.

I go back and forth with my demons,

And when I do—

You’re always there.

So when your storm comes,

And your getting soaked,

This time—

I’ll be your umbrella.