you were waiting outside my door,

so I opened it for you

but you slammed it back in my face.

I was waiting for you to come through

some kind of backdoor,

maybe a window-

hoping that it was all a misunderstanding-

but it wasn’t.

you never knocked on my door

or rung my doorbell.

I left my door unlocked,

thinking maybe one day you’d come back.

but you didn’t.

I cracked open a window in case

you couldn’t tell it was unlocked,

but it didn’t make a difference.

you never even tried to fix it.

so I did.

I knocked on your door,

but you didn’t open it.

what else was there for me to do?

at least I tried.

so I went back inside,

closing my door for what I thought

would be a while,

crying all on my own,

caged and lonely.

then one day,

he knocked on my door,

and I foolishly opened it,

and let him in.

now I just have to hope

the story won’t repeat itself.

I just have to hope

that he won’t close the door like you.