Dreaming about it, not insane
I did that thing all over again
But I saw the things you couldn’t then
Found the key hole, put it through
It still fits and there is you
In the end you know there is no end

Drinking feelings to abstain
Begun in anger, ended in shame
Opening the lock that isn’t there
Memories to give me clue
Never spoken but you knew
I will connect to know that I can

Living through it, still the same
Can do better, but I can’t
Better to go back from where I came
Locked the door back, pushed it through
The key is yours, I have to move
The less I care, the happier I am

Alexandra Puškárová

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'Every poem has a story to tell'

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