KEYS AND PAGES
I fear they might know
you more than me
or they might understand
you more than I believe—
I am afraid of the doors
you're willing to open for others.I don't want them to access
the space you gave to me—
as selfish as it may seem,
let me be the only one
to have the key.I know I have time to explore
your stanzas and letters
that are full of changes,
promises, and secrets,
with ever-growing love
and unconditional patience.But dwell on my pages too,
remember my plot
and conflicts.
Never let yourself dismiss
the emotions behind
my words you tend to miss.
YOU ARE READING
THE MUSE'S PAGES: dusk
PoetryThe other half of The Muse's Pages: dawn, a collection of self-written poetry