
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, I couldn't remember when. But it seems that it was written when I was brokenhearted, lol. So possibly in 2009 or 2011. Here it is.
DOOR
I sure do understand the need for closure
But you could have done better than slam the door
Now I'm left inside wondering 'bout what you did
Among this triangle's corners, I'm just the hurting third
Afraid to get burned, I never played with fire
Where does this smoke come from, it's blurring my sight
Raging...