Depression visits often

He’s the kind of guy
Who doesn’t wipe his
Shoes before entering
And leaves traces of
Himself through out
The house

He keeps to himself
But you can always
Find him washing down
His doubts with cheap wine
Or writing a love poem
That never gets delivered

When it’s time for him
To leave, he usually
Prolongs his goodbyes, but
When all is said and done
He quietly sneaks out
Without me noticing

Even though he’s gone
I leave a key under the door mat
Because I know he will
Be back soon.

I'm trapped inside these walls
I'm tied down to these halls
I cannot leave
I cannot be free

I just want to run away
Oh how I wish I could stay
But I can't stay caged any longer

I just want to run and hide
From these monsters in the wild
Who knew I could be so afraid
Of being trapped in this prison I've made

"I don't know if I loved you"

Those words echo throughout my heart, crushing it.

Why couldn't you...?

She built her walls high and mighty
For many have entered who only brought upon agony
Most were the lovers who promised her happiness
But eventually left her heart to pieces

Now, I knock upon her door
To her I promise no tears falling on the floor
But days with smiles and deafening laughter
And that I would be her happily ever after

Through her walls, she peeks carefully
Considering me, my words and sincerity
She said, I could come in
But trusting me, she still didn’t mean

She looked at me with scornful eyes
Still doubting, believing I was telling lies
If only I could take away all those hurtful times
If only I could return the girl with unbroken smiles

It would take time before I she would believe, years maybe
But I wouldn’t mind, I’d still love her eternally
I’ll make her happy once more, this I know above all
Until the lovely day her mighty walls would finally crumble

I’ve had coming home
and I’ve had fireworks
and then,
and then,
there’s you.

And you are,
heartfelt smiles
on the face of a stranger,
And you are,
fields of flowers
with faces tipped to the sun,
And you are,
fogged bathroom mirrors
painted in condensation hearts.

And you, you are,
a resolution
worth keeping, and keeping, and keeping.