Alone again. Promised love, companionship, warmth.
Alone again, uncomforted, unsheltered, cold once more.

You asked for a guiding hand, someone to bring order.
You acted against it, refusing instruction, conversation.
Open doors are promised, bared souls set in the windows.
Openings sealed. Curtains drawn. Locks set. Hiding once more.

You claim stress, personal issues and preference.
You broke your promises. You grind away at trust.
I have my problems too, I don't deny them. Mostly at night.
I have demons that only speak then, prodding me awake.

As much as you shun me, I wonder why you submitted.
As much as I swore to my self, I wonder why I'm here again.
You took my crest upon your back, a full brand marking you.
You have done your best to avoid me ever since then.

It hurts being alone without comfort. I know.
It hurts to see you in pain, crying for someone.
I want to be there, at our side. I want you here, at mine.
I wish you would let me in. I promise not to break you.






[author's note: I should never again stay up past midnight and write poetry again x.x]