oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

twenty one

i consider myself a vault.

everything i was, or am, or am going to be

lays atop the delicate shelves

my code is intricate.

you didn't solve me,

i let you in.

god, do i regret it.

you took my trust

hope

happiness

passion

ability to love.

you didn't bother staying

so now tell me,

can i expect you to let me in?

k.h.