A diary to the man I loved

*Knock knock*.... "Who's there?"

Here you are,
standing at my door begging for more
I'm tempted to be open again
but you'll just hurt me if I let you in
Like a home invasion,
You just stormed right in
And somehow you knew
the exact pin code to my mended scars
Here you are again,
robbing me of my sacred heart
Your name is still engraved
in the same place you tore apart.
Here you are Mr.,
I'll surrender the keys
to a broken home that was once yours
Longing for an unattainable fix,
hoping for a cure.