Closed Doors
Why?
Because to a broken boy,
closed doors mean nothing.
Closed doors
don't mean
a man
groping
a child.
No, not a man.
A boy, a broken boy,
afraid to trust,
anger thrown out
to push away all the
accusations,
the words, the guilt.
Just a broken boy and
the child he strokes, behind closed doors.
The child, not a child
anymore,
no matter how
desperately
she wants to be,
she's only 15,
just a child,
Yet she,
guilty
little
girl,
sees the
brokenness
inside the boy,
a boy, 17,
almost a man,
wanting to be free,
but at the same time
wanting to be held,
so much alike
and she sees herself
inside him,
the want, the need,
for a hand to hold
and there
is her flaw, too bold.
Somehow he must
see it too
because with a few
well-placed pills,
he is
inside her,
and he
leads her,
guides her,
he touches,
strokes,
grabs,
and all there is
is hips, thighs, lips,
ears, neck, rush,
thrill, lust, rough,
smooth, pain, and
all this skin,
then an explosion
inside,
a scream, a cry,
and
everything
is wet,
it's too much to hide
behind closed doors.
So much wet,
on her body,
her face,
her clothes,
so much guilt,
maybe love,
and lust, it's all the same
and there is nothing on him
No one to blame ,
no trace, no face,
from behind closed doors.
But, of course,
he is a broken boy,
and it must have slipped
through the cracks somehow,
so she lets him inside
again and again,
day after day,
She closes her eyes
so he will feel it,
the lust/love cuz
that's what this is
is love to heal them both
from behind closed doors
But no more for her,
this love without love,
no fun, try to run and she
pushes away,
it's too late,
his anger, his hate,
for women who control? his fate,
he lashes out,
strikes until there's red, she's on the bed,
a baby screams,
she tries to flee,
the phone is gone,
nobody home,
her safety no more, and
Grabs her, shoves her,
his fingers twist,
scissors inside,
it hurts, not good,
the pain, not the same,
now who's to blame?
As he leaves her in pain.
She is bruised and wet From behind closed doors.
But it's alright, it's ok,
that's right, guilty girl.
Why?
Because to a broken boy,
closed doors mean nothing.