Writing Prompt

As time comes and goes People change and grow We all move on and grow up Sometime those the closest to us feel the farthest away We wonder where time has gone And wonder why we still come over We celebrate the holiday then go our seprate ways The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home. The familiar photos still hung on the wall, But I feel so completely alone.

It’s been eight months since you left, Not that you had the choice. But you left me here by myself dammit, & I really need to hear your voice.

This house is my house, but no… it’s not a home. Because you should be here, Not under a headstone.

Imagine gold that Flowed like Velvet

Melted-down, satin Smooth-drip Tune

Strung sing-song Tethered along Fabric of a resonant

Heaven sent Envelope with Writing that Is tattered for

The paper bent.

What do we wish for? A diamond-plated door Porcelain in accessory Marble on the floor?

Does it matter when The path we walk Carved itself In how grass grows?

Does the richness of our lives Determine how wealth goes?

I must relent, that heaven-sent envelope of hope

Contained paper, saying keys Are contained within the soul

So to close the minds door To the richness, when its vapid

Is to open one more door That ensures the hearts purpose

Ensures the beat is rapid.

Keep the image, map it. Write it on a napkin.

Realize the key is your gift And open the gate of holy fashions.

I was 14 My dad was cheating My mother was just a girl The day felt different Two of my aunts ||: fathers side :|| Came to my home, yelled at me Came to my room, then assaulted me; left with my father When two of my cousins heard Went to pick me and my mother up Their house was my house for a week Then back at my place, replaced the locks The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house no longer felt like home

This was my home once. Now, all I see is four walls and a roof. I walk upon the floors stained by footprints of varying sizes. This is the place I was born, the place I grew into the woman I am. Nobody's home. Every room is bare. This house is empty. Everyone has left; some to explore this world, others the next. I am alone here, in this place I once belonged. I can envision every photo that once hung upon these barren walls. I make my way up the stairs, a familiar creak greeting my ears with each step. I open the door to the place I once slept. I see nothing and everything at the same time. Every era of my childhood is encompassed within these golden walls, yet this room is completely abandoned. I look up at the ceiling and remember the nights spent in imagination. I glance down at the wooden floor and remember the days spent creating art. Those days have ended. Now, I am alone. There are no voices from downstairs, no dog barking in the backyard, no sisters fighting. The key in my hand still fits the lock, but the house no longer feels like home.

The key fits the lock, but it no longer feels like the place where I dreamed, where I healed, where I kneeled. Walls once familiar now distant and cold, where memories gather, untended and old.

The door swings wide to a hollow sound, echoes of laughter no longer around. I step inside, but the warmth is gone, the light dimmed low, the colors withdrawn.

Footsteps fall where love used to live, but the rooms have nothing left to give. I turn each corner, search each space, for traces of comfort, a lingering grace.

Pictures on walls, faces I know— yet somehow they’re strangers, shadows in tow. The table set as it once had been, but even its surface feels paper-thin.

The chair in the corner, the rug by the door, they look like mine, yet they aren’t anymore. It’s all still here, but so much is lost— the warmth of a fire now dusted with frost.

The key fits the lock, but it’s clear to see, this house holds no more room for me. So I leave it behind, let the memories roam, for this door, once open, no longer feels home.

Smells and scents Messes and clutter It all seems different now We seemed to loose connection from each other

I want to hold you near Bring you back to my arms And hold you tight So we can wish on the stars

Just like we used to When we held threaded fabric so dear We empathized for those who were similar And hated no one

Everything is different now Nothing is the same in this old town I suppose we are much different too This is just what the world does to you

Plants and animals can change colors as they grow Perhaps this is the end of our childhood show Maybe we dropped our shell of innocence And stepped out into a world that calls it ignorance

I twist the same key, opening the door But is there anything left anymore

I cried and I begged, Frantically searching beneath this strange bed. An overwhelming sense of dread, Yearning for a home, comfortable and familiar, To lay down my weary head.

I sighed in relief, Regret had held me tight. There it was, The intricate brass key, Its weight familiar in my palm, A comfort at last, a moment of calm.

The key slipped into the lock with ease, But something felt wrong— I could feel it in my bones, A shiver rising with the chill in the breeze.

A sanctuary once beautiful and bright, Now stood old, tattered, Draped in a lonely shade of blue light.

With each step, echoes grew from the walls, Forgotten memories rose as I walked down the halls— Whispers, laughter, soft sighs— Behind too many unfamiliar doors, The creaks of the floorboards filling the air with unease.

Clothes several sizes too small, It was time to leave once and for all. The walls closed in, And with every inch, I lost my breath, The roof beginning to cave in.

I stood there, frozen in shock, Realizing I hadn’t known— My body tangled in ivy that had overgrown. The key they’d given me still fit the lock, But the house no longer felt like home.

Souls intertwined for the first time I felt alive
Looking in your eyes It felt like a collide Of magic Who knew the ending would be so tragic Nights of arguing left me in a panic Having manic episodes Like how could two perfect drivers crash at the crossroads

It’s toxic Perfect couple way too end it in a plot twist I’m not saying it’s your fault but hey if the shoe fits You kicked me out ur house and immediately went to a lock smith Now the key I had too ur heart does not fit What a mood switch But I guess that’s what too expect when you pair a witch with a misfit All it takes is one crashes effect For me to turn into your ex and slowly disappear Apartment four on the fifth floor It’s apparent that the bridges burned but I’m still outside your locked door Confused about your logic Cleaning all your clothes out of my closet Thinking to myself we’re supposed to be rich taking vaca’s in the tropics I know you ain’t used to going Dutch but at this point we both just making a random fuss But I get it The arrogance to refuse too see the truth about who was outta pocket

9 months later We get to talking Old words come up We Catching up reminiscing about endless nights Eventually forgiving each other for the fights You’ve given me Back the key But something ain’t right The feelings ain’t the same as they were on that first night Everything was different after that first fight I’m clearly not over it because I continue to write I’m clearly not over it because I still take flight We’re both forgiven But we both think we right so this match was not made for heaven So I’m sorry but I think this whole thing ended November 7th At eleven eleven

Now ur asleep part of me wants to stay But I know the healthy thing is to leave So as I pass the dead trees and step on the fallen leaves I leave this final note I love you and I hope you have a life full of peace

(Read the title fast ;) Like really fast Even faster Faster Faster Faster ok ok im done hope you enjoy but fr read the title fast it connects too the story. )

I remember that day

Maybe I should have said it louder...

Better...

More?

I don't know

But, better than

“I think”

That line right there,

Now that created a show,

That No one asked for.

Could I take it back, I wish

Would I? Abso-freaking-lutely

Might as well laugh about it, Better than crying.

Right?

That's what people tell me.

I can go back to the same people, But it will create a different outcome this time.

A different problem, really. No solution in sight.

Maybe it's just me, Maybe I can unlock the same door and get the same room.

Maybe I can talk to the same person, and get a similar conversation.

Maybe I start over,

because at this point

That’s the only option I have left. • • • • • • • • Poem aside, you can always start over, and do something new, different. Leave things in the past or look toward a new future. Jesus loves you anyway, whether you already know, coming back, or starting something fresh. I love you but Jesus loves you so much more. Byyyeee.