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I shut the door on us hoping you would try to tear it down. You didn’t. Screaming I hate you in a fit of resentment over the love you never offered, I fled like a startled child, my father’s pantleg shielding me from the snarling monster of your rejection. Feining for the sting of your indifference, my eager heart lies shattered on the floor behind me. With broken skin, I grasp for the shards of a love that never was, eager to make what was once clean whole again. Tired of the tears and bloodshed in secret, I yearn for a light love. My eyes search for a source to call home, my muscles clenched after years of apathetic love. Alone, I stand to secure my well-being from the chilly presence of demons lurking within reach. I shut the door on us knowing you would try to tear it down. You can’t.
