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Feb 2016
Don't go knocking on doors that were locked from you long ago. You lost your key, the locks been changed. The welcome mat turned down. Now take your leave and go. There's no warmth left to offer to you and there's a new fire to be stoked. You burned down all that was left as your choices cast you out and all that there once was, easily revoked, quickly through that mask, your real face uncloaked. I made my home, lovingly, we built it brick by brick. Together we laid the foundation to something that would stick. We work day by day to better it, layer by layer of paint, mending all the damages and repairing any rifts. Our dedication, ambition, our drive to succeed, it never shifts. You made your bed, now lay in it. Just let that all sink in, and go throw your petty fit. You must learn to make your own way and dig yourself out of that ditch, for no help will be offered here, your poor actions live through lists. Just know that now and forever that bridge no longer exists.
This poem was inspired by my significant other's past trying to claw it's way into his present and through the process of writing it I realized it could easily apply to my own exes or anyone else's for that matter. When someone ***** up and disregards your feelings and down the line realizes your worth, and then being selfish enough they try to push themselves back into your life. With no respect for you or the people you love. Thereby further cutting themselves out from even a chance at friendship. Some people do not seek out change nor do they try to better themselves, it gets to a point where that relationship is just no good. Relationships take work and nothing is ever perfect, but they require two people who want better and want things to work out and respect one another. It takes honesty. Commitment. You can't treat them like a game, with many lives to spare. You've got to nurture them and let them grow and understand there are two individual's feelings involved... In both love and life, it is best to always seek improvement but to savor what you have as well.
Mandii Morbid
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Mandii Morbid  31/F/Missouri
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