welcome to my mind, my dear
oh, you dont want to enter again?
i understand.
i didnt want to either.
but it appears... that i cannot leave
i cant even try
im allowed to open the door, but i cant seem to step out.
my foot wont leave the door frame
something holds me back
something dark, lurking in the hidden shadows
its so dark inside here
nobody can even see in, maybe you can. you always see everything. im not sure how.
some people can see the glowing red eyes from all the demons within, but thats it
sometimes they can see the outlines of them
but only when a little bit of light enters, which is now rare.
you used to be here, and a little part of you still is, i think
when you were here though, when all of you was, there were no demons. not even dark. well, there was some. but i didnt even notice, with you there. you opened the door so gently, and walked right in without a second thought. i left the door open for you. then one time i made the stupid fucking mistake of closing it. i didnt lock it, though.
you came back, and i was so glad. i thought i had fucked up. we were good for a long time. and then, i made an even dumber mistake. i closed the door, and i fucking locked it.
i locked it, but i kept the key at hand.
i was stupid. i was going to unlock the door, but i didnt, i was scared. i was so scared. what was i so scared of? everything there is to be scared of, is inside of this mind of mine, why was i so scared?
you went with a different girl for awhile. and i dont know if you knew, but i had that door unlocked, and propped open, waiting, hoping.
you never came back fully, but you kept opening the door over and over, breaking it a little each time. now the door is broken and on the floor. i think i tried to put it back together but i cant be too sure.
you came back fully, for one day. the door was almost healed, i could tell. it was smiling and it had stopped bleeding.
and now, i really do not know how, its back, and standing on its hinges. i really dont have a clue how or why.
is it still hoping? maybe.
is it still waiting? of course.
ive taken it off of its hinges now. ive unlocked it, and thrown away the key.
now you can come whenever you like
youre welcome here anytime, to this mind of mine.
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
