Away For The Weekend


Just saw your bags

I didn't know that

You'd be away for the weekend

I'll wait until you're back


In the meantime, don't meet me

In my room, I'm not ready

To look into your eyes

Because I'm scared of who I will see


I don't want to see anyone

I hope you had fun

But don't bring it around me

Before the weekend is done


Alone on a Friday night

I would usually sleep light

But I stay away from your laughing voices

Because they shake me in fright


Broken bottles, broken dreams

Are all I can overthink

But I don't want to be there,

You'll just break our link


I'll come flying through the sky

When you need saving, I'll try

To save your body, my friend

While you are still away for the weekend


I hope I'll see you on Monday

  • Author: beary1112 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2021 01:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: My friends go partying every weekend. This is about how I stow away inside of my bedroom every weekend so I don't have to see my friends(who live on the same dorm floor as me) while they are drunk/high. I love them to death, but I can't bear to witness seeing them destroy themselves right in front of my eyes. It's terrifying seeing the people you've known, loved, and made memories with act like a completely different person. Physically they are still there, but mentally, it's like they've just gone away for the weekend. Also, pun: the "bags" I mentioned on the first line refers to bags of weed.
  • Category: Sad
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