Locked Away

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We got a new door nob, which means we have new keys. I wanted you to hold onto the one thing that kept us connected, kept me vulnerable to you. My home was your home, and the key I gave you has always been able to unlock the door. I remember when you showed me how you wore it on your wrist everyday. Dont stop wearing it… I dont want it to be useless yet; ever.

Do you still miss me?

I still like to think we’re inseparable. Are we? Do you think we are?

I’ve grown to miss you more and more. I get into moods where I think about you, mostly when I’m sad or angry. You could always make me feel better.

I dont want to always write about you, yet my ink can only spill out the memories and thoughts of you. I can only spell your name. I want to write about love, and nature, or a fucking stroll in the woods. I want to write about beauty, but you’re the only beauty that seems to pour out of my head.

Do I still make you feel a whole world of emotion?

You still make me.

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