and what promises do you sweep
under that thick, wool rug
while no one’s watching
Here I wait at the threshold
fingertips itchy, knuckles stretched white
wondering what in the hell comes next
I could walk away right now
spend my life trying to burn
every scent of you to dust
I could pretend to forget you
Or I could walk a little more
up to the border of your door
dare to knock, and hope you’ll come
and let me in
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