You have skeletons and shadows in your closet

And so do I

Along with the demons when I can't hold them in my mind

I hang my things in your space anyway

Yet you seem to shy away from mine

Yet I can't blame you because I understand why

you know there's much more

than just skeletons and shadows

something best kept to ignorance

Because the doors won't ever close again once they've opened up

but you can't handle it

Can anyone actually handle keeping shut a door born to be open?

I am hardly keeping grasp of my handles while I fix yours

and hold them open for you to live, to love, and to learn-

although, that love pierces the cracks in my closet and it hurts

Because you refuse to open mine

but I love you anyway...