I’m sitting in our closet
In the corner way in the back
Wondering what my life is worth
And what my being lacks
This is the only room in the apartment that I feel is mine
Your clothes are always in here
But In here I feel that I control time
This closet is my confessional
To release all the thoughts in my head
To remember I’m a professional
Even with my passion dead
I look at the material things that line these walls
None of which a necessity
That’s not why I am in here at all
I’m sitting in our closet
In the corner way in the back
For what its worth, for what I lack
I’d like to melt into the floor
You knock and slide a note under the door
I don’t respond
It simple says “I love you”
You’re still not coming in….
1 comment:
If you had chosen a different path, a path that we went down together you’d never hide…the whole world would be yours and you’d feel so alive every single day for the rest of your life, just like I would. That is a promise that will last forever, a promise that will never ever die
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