The Open Door

One day I will leave,

I think I should,

 I wish I could…

But something keeps me here,

And it’s not the color of your eyes,

Or this arrogant sadness on your stance

That you never care to hide…

I think it’s this old door

That you keep open,

As if you didn’t really care

 That has me trapped at your shoes,

-I do not dare 

To break myself loose…

But one day I will leave,

I think I should,

I wish I could…