Lights Out

A very personal poem I wrote about a very personal situation. 

This feels like the kind

Of dark, warm night

When you'd leave us

Forever.

This feels like about the time

You'd start crying

Begging, pleading,

Swearing you've had enough.

I've seen you cry

I've seen you angry

I've seen you point fingers

At everyone else.

And so this feels like the kind of moment

You'd start blaming us

Again,

Like always.

This feels like the kind of disaster

That would finally make you give up

And you would finally leave us,

Forever.

This feels like the kind of weather,

With our broken, unkept, and unlit house,

When you would hate us

Forever.

So yes, this feels like the kind of

Calm, unforgiving night

When you'd point a gun at your head

And leave us, forever.