Doors

 

It feels like the sound of wheels

screeching to a halt. The sudden jolt

as you jerk awake from a bad dream,

heart beating too fast to contain everything.

 

It feels like being torn in two.

 

A piece of me left this place

tied to a piece of you, when you took

two paces and exited the stage.

Waving farewell in the arms of another.

 

It feels like a sky that sits always above,

and you are stuck, thrashing beneath 

the waves, just gasping for air.

The feeling of love, when love isn’t there.

 

It feels like a crashing building

and you are all that is left

to hold the pillars in place.

Truth be told

It feels like growing old without

any stories to tell, for the stories

told are fairytales of a fantasy realm

that was lost in a fable untold.

 

It feels like a thousand paper cuts

to the heart, and your blood is

saltwater rushing through.

It feels like looking for you

but knowing that your eyes

only look to him.

It brings a tear to the eye,

all the questions that no answers can provide.

All the ways that life feels tied to a weight,

so much emptier, yet heavier

without you here by my side.

 

It feels like walking out of a door

to be greeted by a million more.

Each one a death trap chamber

set by jigsaw, just to torture the heart

that only wants to beat for two.

But only one is left, as yours

found the hidden exit to the room.

 

And I’ll accept this pain,

because love is a cruel game

and sometimes the doors

don’t open for everyone.