i wish you happiness.
but you could've been happier with me.
i'm still a hopeless locked old door
and you're holding a golden key.
you can untie me.
you can pull me from the madness we call life.
and show me it's not all so bad.
but you choose not to.
you choose to unlock her heart and walk into it carelessly.
but the key to me is still in your left pocket.
close to your heart.
waiting to be used.
i am waiting to be unlocked.
i am waiting for your love to set me free.
YOU ARE READING
people i'll never get over
Poetry♡ short poems i write when i'm missing you (and wishing you come back). by I.R [it's my first poetry collection, it's bad, i know]
