You had bright eyes when mine were dull
Broad smile when mine was non-existent
The door to your heart was open wide
When mine was locked and out of reach
I don't know what you saw when those bright eyes bore into my dull ones
Or what it felt like to you when those always smiling lips tentatively touched my own, always turned downwards mouth
But for me, it was enough to open the door to my heart just a crack
After years of being sealed shut
You can't blame me for what I did next
Since I had given you the keys to my heart
My sanity
My everything
And you just threw it away
YOU ARE READING
debris
Poetryde·bris (n.): Scattered remains of something broken or destroyed. A collection of poems written in her darkest hours.
