Poems of the lost

leaving

sifting through my things
setting them in order
packed bag full of clothes
I hoped you wouldn't bother

days for days apiece
slowly drifting out
my life I hope worth living
is gonna change
please don't shout

coming over for Christmas
maybe would be nice
'cept I'm not sure you'd like me now
and I couldn't watch you judge

please accept oh mother of mine
and father and brothers too
that I'm happy and in love
and if forced, I'd choose her
over you