Poetry!!

The Cellar of my Heart

I don't just hand out keys to the cellar of my heart.
You can make yourself at home in any other room.
Every other door is unlocked,
all you need to do is open it.
But the cellar of my heart is dark, and deep,
and has crevices running through it.
I don't want anyone to venture in
to see the monsters hiding in the corners,
the demons peeking from behind the ragged curtains.
They're my problems,
my mistakes,
my pain.
So the door is locked.
You can't come in.
Unless you love me enough to ask for the key,
to brave the darkness,
and the monsters,
and the agony.
To love my demons,
and my monsters,
no matter how evil, or dark,
or broken, they are.
If you do,
I will love you like there is no tomorrow,
and no yesterday.
You would be
my
savior.