after leaving the door ajar for so long
(silently arguing over who was going to leave it),
you shut it in my face.
& i finally felt at peace
knowing whether that door could lead us to another place
or leave us in the cosiness of comfort.
although we switched opinions
a thousand times,
our hands don’t grip the handle anymore.
i don’t mind
if you locked or not.
the door no longer swings.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
after leaving the door ajar for so long
(silently arguing over who was going to leave it),
you shut it in my face.
& i finally felt at peace
knowing whether that door could lead us to another place
or leave us in the cosiness of comfort.
although we switched opinions
a thousand times,
our hands don’t grip the handle anymore.
i don’t mind
if you locked or not.
the door no longer swings.
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