doors

unfortunately, my heart is still open for him.

i didn’t close it all the way, there’s a little opening.

because i can picture you one day, pushing the door open again.

and what an easier life that would be!

if i didn’t have to face mornings without you.

if i didn’t have to convince myself you’re a villain.

what you did to me was not fair, but we can call it equal

if you see the small light coming from the crack in the door

and you decide it looks inviting enough.