Wrote this about a week ago.
I normally wouldn't post poems I write, especially if they are really personal. But for some reason this one is different. I really like it. I hope you do too.
He held the key to her heart for so long.
He didn't know it but what he was doing to her was slowing making the key slip.
Never to return in those hands again.
It was falling into the bottomless pit of loneliness.
It hadn't been there in awhile.
It didn't want to go back there.
But it knew it would be out soon.
Back into those hands, or someone else's who didn't ask for it.
Someone who doesn't want her key.
Someone she felt could love her.
But in the end would hurt her.
And back the key went into the pit.
The pit it was all to familiar with.
He held the key to her heart for so long.
He didn't know it but what he was doing to her was slowing making the key slip.
Never to return in those hands again.
It was falling into the bottomless pit of loneliness.
It hadn't been there in awhile.
It didn't want to go back there.
But it knew it would be out soon.
Back into those hands, or someone else's who didn't ask for it.
Someone who doesn't want her key.
Someone she felt could love her.
But in the end would hurt her.
And back the key went into the pit.
The pit it was all to familiar with.