sobriety, sXe poem Options

[ryfitaDF]

I’m walking home at 11:30 P.M.
From a night that would start like any other
Kids put down their straight razors and handguns
And found an alternative method of self-destruction
The weapon of choice tonight was alcohol
My chest hollowed out
As the girl I care most for
Defended herself in her suicidal habit
As the people I care about unearthed it from it’s hiding spot
And, shrouded in darkness, began their ritual
As I watch with the most bitter façade
My eyes are lead to the one I care for most
Arms folded, head looking down
Eather wishing to join or joining me in disgust
The steaks grew too high for those shadows
So they fluttered to an empty garage
Me and my fellow absent victim
We decided to get a jump start on her trek home.
Friendly faces helped lighten my discontent
And common Ill will for our blind allies
Leading to interrogation with a single sillable:
Why?
The thoughts ensuing are not to my knowledge
But I can only hope they weren’t discarded
And as we reached the corner of her house, I held her
I held her tighter than I can remember
I said “I know this will sound cheesy
But I’m really proud of you
And your decisions tonight”
Then I felt something in my eye
And I hear my voice quivering
And I continued
“I just need to tell you
that I really care about you…
a lot…”
And whether she felt me squeeze tighter
Or felt a tear on her shoulder
Or heard my voice breaking
Or heard my words
She hugged me back
For the first time in a long time
And it was that point in time
I could say to myself
Without lying
I am not a failure