A Promise

I’m happy because I finally found out who my real friends were and they weren’t you. I’m happy because I’ve come to realize it was more than I had originally planned. Too much, too late; no regrets except for one: not making you mine when I had the chance.
This was a bitter sweet victory and I expect the prize without having to fight the battle.
But you’re worth every struggle I have made.
And if it was within my power I’d do anything to stop your pain, to prevent further harm or hurt.
Pre-conceived notions; fate came too late.
You hold the keys but I’m still sealed shut and I know you would do anything to pick that lock.
The answers are clearer than you think, you hold my key; use it.
I would give anything to be the reason for you to smile, to call you home, to step in time.
To have a chance at some sort of sordid role reversal, the vines are forever twisting.
Thorns in palms, images and symbolism taunt me; I dream of you when others are on my mind and in my presence.
Jealousy rears its ugly head but I know that he’s merely a doll for you to shake. Deep down you’re starving for something, for anything.
This helplessness drives me crazy; distance hinders my aid.
Scars represent things I can’t fix, physical and emotional, even ones that extend my own creation. But I’d still like to try, in vain. And if I had the chance I’d like to take you pain away<3