Cold shut door.

Out in the open.

I was lead like a prey.

I fell head first.

I began to drown.

You saw me there.

You saw me drown, but you pretended I wasn’t there.

If you would’ve looked from a moment you would have seen my pain.

I thought that we were kindled flames yet we were just a infatuation.

My blind eyes could not see.

My heart so badly wanted it.

The want put blinders in place.

I should’ve knew because I am the only one that ever said “friend”.

The truth I cannot hide, and I cannot change who I am.

I am still brother.

The fire that burns brightly inside is no infatuation.

My passion burns with eternal glow of the One.

If cut did not go so deep it would not be with love.

I accept this pain, this sorrow,  and this will and testament of my love to the One.

So hang in there sister, and don’t keep your cold door shut for too long.