Little Blue Book of Poetry

poem 4 - i know i should've never let it in

I know I should've never let it in
I should've known better.
but how could I help myself?
it's big dole eyes immediately won me over.

raindrops splatter on my window,
the metallic ding of the liquid ringing.
strong gushes of wind wooshes by
a painful howl heard everytime.

the doorbell rings, and I get up,
looking through the peep hole.
it's a small cat, so cute and ever so soft.
I hesitate. I'm allergic to cats.
the kitten mews and stretches out its paw.

I open the door a silver to let it in.
oh no, what have I done?
the rain immediately gushes in
like how blood from an open gash does

the kitten stares at me, an urge forming.
I gulped and open the door wider.
the grey wind howls in pleasure
as it pours in and crashes into my furniture.

I desperately look at the kitten,
it stares back with empty eyes.
against my better judgement,
I flung the door open, and I heard the clouds cry.

the wind wrecks my house,
and the rain floods it, like it was possessed.
the kitten mews and turns around
leaving me and my house a mess.

the stormy weather clears,
and I slump down, feeling faint.
I look at my forearm with dread
I did it again. I did it again.