I'll Never Find You Again

I'll be gone by the time the lights get switched on, because I will not like what I see once they are, in me. And I'll be damned, never allow another connection with the core basis being sadness. I won't be left wondering if your hands sifting underneath the cloth of my shirt is a response to the verge of tears in the eyes, I'm certain you're avoiding. That you're squeezing my hand hard, so firm, reason being I look perpetually abandoned, and helpless. I don't want to be taken care of, I want mutual, equality. No matter how painfully sincere it is I want to hear the question, "Are you okay?" And you asked again, and again. Still not as many times as I was sad.