Before you I was clueless and I was broken
But when I found you I finally felt like I had a purpose
I was adapted to you
I was adapted to waking up every morning knowing that somebody loved me
I was adapted to people looking at us in awe because of what we had
We were beautiful
And I was adapted to that
I was adapted to doing things a certain way to make you happy
I was adapted to the way your hand fit in mine
And now I’m lost and clueless and broken yet again

Each morning I look through my drawers
Looking for what outfit would best 
Suit me for the day. 
I see anger, cynicism, pride, and crankiness.
I see sadness, frustration, and entitlement.
Then at the bottom of the drawer
I see humility. 

One of my least favorite pairs of
Tight-fitting pants - ones I've gained 
Too much weight to wear comfortably. 
Yet, after careful deliberation
Something inside me knows I must choose
To wear them, even if they don't fit.

I may not look right,
And passersby may get a good chuckle,
But I know you will reward me with ones
That fit much better:  strength, confirmation,
Restoration, and establishment. 
All of which require a big leather belt.