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 inferno, the room's dancing in flames
Door's locked from the outside, I called out your name
I didn't see a clear path to a backdoor
Confusion blocks my instinct for survival
Through the slit beneath, I hear your footsteps fade
Busy pounding hard on the door, I couldn't see the other way
We could have left here together and walked away
To different directions, go our separate ways
Did you intend to lock me up or I'm just slow
Or I just don't wanna move on, I'm not sure anymore
I refused to see the path to a backdoor
Hope and fear fight my instinct for survival
And I heard you say now's the time to let go
This door's not just for closure but a wall to separate us... now I know
You're on the other side, you turned to leave the past
It's finally clear to me now that the fire's out
I'm counting every step, fighting the urge to go back
Leaving a trail of teardrops, I hope the rain would wash out

