Return Your Keys

by Rachel E F Allen   Feb 4, 2005


The door to the flat is still the same it feels like nothing has changed
I don't know what I am doing here making myself deranged
I can smell your smell the way it was as I walk around this room
I remember the times we spent in here the times taken away so soon
I tried so hard to forget you and when I got your note
I knew that it was completely over the way you wrote was so remote
I go into your bedroom hold your pillow to my face
I know I have no right to be here as it is no longer my place
But the pillow smells so much of you that I cry into the scent
And wonder how this happened where what we had went
I know leaving is the right thing because I just want to be loved
I want someone who will listen and make me feel not judged
I want someone to hold me to make me feel inside
Like the princess you used to call me make me feel I have never cried
I want someone to share with me the heartaches and the tears
I want someone who I can be myself with and not be full of fears
I want to be acknowledged when something bad happens to me
When something that is important does not come to be
I want someone who is not selfish someone who will actually care
Someone who loves me for who I am and not just sex here and there
I thought you were that person but you have become someone I don't know
So thats why I am posting your keys back and my senses scream for me to just go
I am not in your flat or even your life anymore because I am gone
I don't want to smell that familiar smell I would rather just move on
You will never know how I feel anymore you will never understand
You have now became not worth it shame you had all the cards in your hand
And that is all I wanted to say to you you said you were selfish at the start
I hope you overcome that and I hope you can open your heart
You said you were abusive I should have listened then
I will no longer write or call or text you will no longer be my man
It is a shame that we lost our friendship not one of the guys I’ve been with
Do I not speak to now or care about I suppose an exception is forthwith
That is why I am here again standing at your flat door
You don’t have to worry I will not be back not even in my head anymore
I had always thought that we could work it out or at least that I’d always be your friend
But you showed me that you did not care so this is it the end.

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