Key
You found the door -
The door which protected my worst nightmares
I didn't know existed,
and sheltered the basic needs my heart shunned
but never new it pined for
Tell me you didn't
You found the key
that unlocked the spring to my eternal winter,
the warmth to an endless frigid existence,
the glow within my ceaseless, hopeless night -
the feast no mind could hide,
but mine could not imagine -
from the bottomless famine that almost devoured me,
until you found the key
And I unlocked the door
Tell me I didn't
But you left—
the key that once unlocked an eternal spring,
stropped razor sharp -
etching immortal wounds that my blood once approved of
as you walked away
And now, life feels a shade darker than before—
like never having known the ecstasy of rich, dark chocolate
until, for one dazzling moment, its sweetness graced my tongue—
That taste—so sweet, so transformative—
is now forever lost,
leaving behind a bitter void
as I wander through days haunted by the memory
of a flavor I can never reclaim,
a hunger for a sweetness that vanished,
and a despair deeper than any winter's chill
Destined to never again know that door
now forever shut
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