You have skeletons and shadows in your closet
And so do I
Along with the demons when I can't hold them in my mind
I hang my things in your space anyway
Yet you seem to shy away from mine
Yet I can't blame you because I understand why
you know there's much more
than just skeletons and shadows
something best kept to ignorance
Because the doors won't ever close again once they've opened up
but you can't handle it
Can anyone actually handle keeping shut a door born to be open?
I am hardly keeping grasp of my handles while I fix yours
and hold them open for you to live, to love, and to learn-
although, that love pierces the cracks in my closet and it hurts
Because you refuse to open mine
but I love you anyway...
YOU ARE READING
In These Pages
Poésie"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
