The Open Door... Poem by chantelle ribeiro
The Open Door...
Your weakness gets to me
makes me want to rip
your heart from your chest
and trample on it
You are a coward
A fool to your own truth
a puppet on a string
being dangled
by your faithful followers
You never listen
Do you see my eyes glisten?
Can you see my angry soul? ,
my hungry mouth?
Do you feel the earthquake
in my heart as it bleeds out on the ground?
Do you even care?
Sometimes I wish you were never there
I hate you but I love you still
And I'm guessing I forever will
It takes a cruel soul to ignore
The meaning of an open door
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4/19/2024 10:25:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But sometimes ones sees it as saving you pain. Sometimes to avoid painful fruitless situations where nothing will solved or agreed upon the only weapon is indifference. If someones is intentionally ignoring the fact is they haven't they know your their. Greatly expressed poem.