Glass Doors Poem by Brett Roberts

Loving eyes peering in through a glass door.
Never wanting this never ending war.
Thinking back to all the times we hid on the floor.
Wishing that it wouldn’t be like this anymore.

Two steps back, one step forward, let’s step through this glass door
Back to a time when it wasn’t all about this violent attack.
A time where my heart glowed, instead of being black.
But now I am back to a time where my heart is back on track.

A glass door is where our roots began.
Breaking me down, and showing me what a man I can be.
Even though you ran as far as the horizon, my heart is still yours.
Suzanne tried to kiss my lips, backing away because she is so much less then.

Actions screaming out louder then any words that I could speak.
Take a look at me now, you’re the one that my heart still seeks.
You were the hardest critique of my inner self, and I will say thank you.
So now I will be the man that makes you weak in the knees.

A glass door was the last one I stepped through, before you through it all away.
Shoot away your disarray, and step back under the light I illuminate.
As painful as it is, I still think about you everyday.
Betray me, leave me to decay, I will still portray the man you wanted me to be.
JUST FOR ME.

A thousand people, and a thousand reasons, just to leave you behind.
But I can’t. And for that my heart is weak, it is weak for you.
Looking for something important, and what I did find:
ME
So those glass doors are something left in the past.