Thursday, December 28, 2023

No longer


i close the door

on you

on your sadness 

on your words


i close the door

to your professions

to your promises

to your apologies 


i close the door

on the thoughts

on the voices

on the fears


i close the door

to the heaviness

to the walls built

to the brokenness 


i close the door

on my self sabotage 

on the guilt I store 

on feeling responsible for you 

& the destruction


i am not yours

i am me

i no longer am controlled by the strings of the puppeteer


I am slamming the door

there is no longer a key…


 

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