open

i often dream

of the day

i will let you

stay outside

prying at my windows

instead of holding

the door to my heart

wide open.

you still know

how to

get to me.

i still let you

get to me.

you crawl under

my skin,

lay your head

on my chest

and i forget

that i ever

wanted you to leave.

needed you to leave.

i like the walls

you destructed,

the words you wrote

on them,

the lies you

painted.

they are beautiful.

you are beautiful.

art.

not only to the naked eye

but to my soul who knew yours.

if only time could

turn you ugly.