i turn off the AC,
the fan and the TV;
tonight
i need to hear my feelings speak.
i know it will be pain
(ful),
but if i let my feelings sit
they’ll rot my soul—my home—
like kale left on the ta-
ble
(and i’m not one to deal with sh**).

i turn off my phone
with all the apps that (own me) i own;
tonight
i need my heart to roam alone.
i know it will be sad
(dening),
and the tingle on my finger
where my future used to sit,
will be nothing but mad-
dening
(but i can’t let this feeling linger).

i turn off the lights
and close my eyes so my mind can see;
tonight,
i need to set my feelings free.