Doorway of my Heart

I stand at the doorway to my heart
it hangs off its hinges, the knob is dangling...the place is torn apart.
I am holding the box of us
letters, pictures, cards, and trinkets
clothes,jewelry , and random tickets.
Our voices bounce from the walls of my heart,
every echo tears me further apart.
"I love you and just want to be with you forever"...
"I hate you and just cant see us being together".
The screaming and whispering of ghosts in my head,
Of two crazy lovers who are long since dead.
"Dont hang up...I'm sorry...please stay",
"I give up....dont love you....just go away!"
I stand at the doorway of my heart
ready to make changes but where do I start?
all the pointless fights we had
i think back now "why was i really mad"?
we wasted so much time...o all the fun we could have had.
At the doorway of my heart I stand
with the box of us in my hands.
Dont know why I can't just let it be
but i cant kick you out completely
its just a box but it means so much
representing a bond, a friendship, the beginning and end of love.
My heart is open and I stand in the doorway
with the box of us that I cant throw away.