Invitation Only
by Lauren White
Life keeps barging through my door,
tracking mud across the floor.
No manners, not one small hello,
just the drift from tired snow.
Next time, I swear I'm not giving in.
Turn that rusty lock, with a cocky solid grin.
Board up my windows, and turn out the lights,
have some peace, take a breath, maybe avoid the pointless fights.
I'll push your ghost into my closet, far into the back.
Curl under these covers, try to find the sleep I lack.
Dance around my bedroom, throw my heart against the wall.
Remember those days, when I used to have it all.
I will not unlock a thing, I don't need to know the truth.
It's much to late to strip myself, or preserve my damaged youth.
I will never turn a light on, I will never feel a breeze.
I'll live a haunted life, for as long as I do please.
So don't go looking for me, don't say hello, please don't knock.
Because if I had to let you in, why invent the lock?
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