Poetry

Little Old Key

Enjoy.

I opened the box that I received that day.
Inside was a key and a note.
I opened the note, confused, and read:
"This little key,
Although rusted and old,
Opens up the one thing that cannot be sold,
A thing that is valuable,
Fragile,
And caring.
If you want to use this key,
I won't stop you.
Just know what you're opening
Before you turn the key.
Because that key is to my heart,
And it's as valuable as can be.
So please be gentle,
It's quite fragile.
It's been broken before,
But it's also been mended.
It's bled for kicked puppies
And those whose loved ones died.
It's been opened before,
But by a key that wasn't given.
They stole that key
And broke right on in.
They stole my heart,
But they dropped it in fear of getting caught.
So be careful with that key,
And treasure what it opens.
Because it's been broken once before,
And it's only just now been mended."
I held the key in my hands,
And wondered who had stolen it.
Who had taken this girl's heart and dropped it,
Shattering it into a million pieces.
Who would do this to a person?
I don't exactly know.
But I've made myself a promise.
I will never stoop that low.
I won't drop this treasure like that thief did.
Instead, I'll open it,
Gently, of course,
And I'll cradle it to my chest,
And never let it break.

Thoughts?--->

(If you're confused, the poem is from a guy's point of view who was "given the key to their girlfriend's heart", but I meant it as a metaphor of his girlfriend falling in love with them. The guy then reads the poem the girlfriend gave him and falls in love with her, choosing to not let her heart break again. Does that make any sense?)