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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