Sparks in the Dark

Shut Door

You can't let me come back to you.

You know how this story goes, we talk, we blush, we catch up, we make promises, and then we disappear.

And you know that you haven't changed.

Maybe you think things have changed, or maybe you're hoping they've stayed the same, and maybe you're hoping that I haven't changed, and that I'll come back.

I want to. Don't get me wrong, I'll always want to. I'm worried about you, I wonder about you.

But you're supposed to be gone. I wiped you away with those last bit of manic tears when for a moment my psyche broke, and I almost took it back.
It hurt.

I can barely even remember what it was that built up to the last time, but what I do know in the end, is you still didn't trust me, still lied, and you still didn't talk to me.

I know that Rome wasn't built in a day, and that trauma doesn't just get easier magically because you might be in love.

But I was hoping, and maybe its selfish, that maybe you would open up to me for once and let me in.