13.05.20
Do not come knocking on my door when your world crashes the way mine crashed without you. The shattered pieces of my soul have now scattered. Do not knock on my door as I may just allow you back in. But do not awaken my healed scars of ache. Do not allow me to relive the pain I grieved for you. Do not allow me to stroke the once fine lines of your structured face to find answers to unspoken questions. As those questions were answered in my mind, when nights were long and I only had myself to talk to. Do not allow my buried cravings to reach the surface again. I no longer want to taste you. U forced me to swallow the bitter truth when I refused to believe you no longer loved me.
Do not knock on my door. I no longer exist.
u.s.

















