you came back
today.
I knew you would,
from the start
but I wasn't sure
if I'd ever let you back
in.
you see,
the paint on the door
of my heart
had chipped in your departure,
I tried to patch the ugliness with tape,
like that would fix things
for sure.
but I waited
by the door
day by day,
night by night,
hoping you'd stop coming
to the porch just to turn
around,
never knocking.
I moved the chair further away
any time I could,
hoping my
anticipation
could finally
diminish.
but it never did.
and one night,
you came knocking.
and I let you in.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
