My heart is hidden deep in a dungeon
locked thirteen ways for the occasion
of when I see your face for the first time
and I know I cant call you mine,
but I want to.
I need to.

I've been thinking this through:
you saved my heart from my deep rooted sub-conscience
that reminds me everyday that I am not wanted,
but you changed that
you gave me a chance at bat,
and I swung so hard just to impress you,
but when was the day that all fell through?
The day when you began to ignore me?
What happened to the heart that set me free?
Did it run and hide when **** got old?
Or did it hate always being told
that "you are my only one"?
When was the day you thought I am done?

Your memories haunt me
like a shadow on a street,
but you still have the audacity to say
"You are not worth any time in my day,"
and that's when I realized: this is it.
You were never my perfect fit
just another piece to the puzzle of life,
but I need you to know that I tried with all my might
to make you the one.
To make you my sun.
To make you the air I breathe.
All I wanted was to hear, "You're all I need."

I was living in a fairytale spun with lies and lore
thinking this is not what life is for.
There has to be something more
why else is life full of open doors?
So many opportunities that have slipped from my hands
because my wrists were wrapped with bands
holding me back from everything that could have been
and all I needed was for you to be my friend,
but you couldn't even do that
what happened to my chance at bat?
My voice screams without making a sound
because silence was the only thing cherish-able you found;
that was fine with me
as long as you continued to set me free,
but you locked me away without even giving me the time of day
you wonder why I cheated?
I was so defeated.
I needed that feeling of being freed once again.
I needed my friend.
You were nowhere to be found
and because I was so used to making no sound
I couldn't scream for help
even though pain was all I felt.

I needed you,
but you fell through.
When the days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to months and then into years
I hope that I am not formulated into one of your fears,
but rather a key
that will eventually help set you free
from the dungeon you've hidden yourself in.