the sky people cried outside
"baby, baby don't go"
do they cry with me?
as he packs up, leaves
the house is quiet
like a dead mansion
i don't want to haunt it
pleading pleading
our room is ripped open
as he packs up, leaves
the door is left hanging
breaking a little near the hinges
just the way i am
"baby, baby, don't go"
the sky people cried harder
i think maybe she's better than me
she said yeah when i said maybe
i was only stalling
that's what i told him
as he packs up, leaves
what was wrong with me?
deciding wasn't easy
yeahmaybenonono
giant emptiness
like this quiet house
like a dead mansion
i don't want to haunt it
"baby, baby don't go"
the sky people cried outside

Author's Note: Yes, I know it's weird and/or possibly disturbing. This was a stream-of-conciousness poem that I wrote out of nowhere along with a mini-story, though the story came first. I don't think I'll be uploading the mini-story but if there's enough interest in it, I might post it as chapter two.