What Doors Are For

H. Kris Thomas, Yahoo! Contributor Network
Nov 25, 2009 "Share your voice on Yahoo! websites. Start Here."

I cannot run from you any longer.
I am tired and running from you
Is the most foolish thing I have done
In a long, long while.
Because you are everything.

Banging on your door,
I come to beg for a truce-
White flag erect,
Hands up-
I surrender,

Watching your eyes
As I try to explain
I see that it is not coming out right.
I am failing to get my point across.
Will my apologies suffice?
I am so sorry.

When the Sorry fails to mend
The open wound spilling bad blood
Between the two of us,
My eyes take to watering;
My body takes to crying;
My heart to breaking;
My soul to weeping.

Before we would sleep,
I locked our doors
Now, standing outside of your closed one,
I see what doors are for.

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