When you opened my door,

the key was supposed to lock it,

supposed to hold back the fear that welled up inside of me as you came closer.

You left footprints on my floor, and I've been washing them for weeks trying to scrub up the unwanted mischief that keeps lingering in my home.



You called me beautiful,

and I sucked it in like a sponge,

who was left out to dry.



How dare I

trust what is yet to be trusted,

give myself up to you.



And the sweet taste of freedom pie that you served to me in MY plate,

yet somehow you went back and took my unwanted pieces with your fork.



I thought there was space,

but,

space

became taken up with the word occupied,

and when I asked to leave you responded with the word denied,

like an arcade game that just froze and would not let me go.

Strangled and entangled my freedom was drowned in the last bit of water that used to be in my glass.



And I cleansed the very last bit of purity that was left to me,

bundled up in insecurity,

I was the used up light bulb,

ready to be burnt



I washed my hands under the cross and yet I still feel pain.

You,

you who I don't give a name because you would be ashamed if I spoke it,

You took my truth, and I took my own self pity?



And I opened my shutters trying to cast in the last bit of sun before it set,

before it slept.



You do not even look at me anymore,

I was yet just a pass by

just a drive through.

You took my truth and purity

but I still have my wisdom,

still have the inner most thought knowing

I am truly beautiful,

I am truly amazing



and that terrible hand print I still can't scrub off my door knob will be a sign of defeat

as your innocence has faded and my strength has grown,



YOU were merely the MT. everest that seemed to cross my path,

and crumbled.