Amber

Up and down
and up some more
I'm still here,
won't close the door
You say no one's
messed up like you...
but don't you see?
I'm fucked up too.
It's ok,
We'll talk it out.
They might scream,
or yell, or shout.
Like a shadow,
faint but there.
I will never,
cease to care.
Wouldn't matter
If I close the door.
Could change the locks,
but never the floor.
It's the same path,
same street as you.
Rusting road signs,
have screwed you too.
but hush, don't tell them,
We'll go through the woods.
Wearing our worries,
Like shadowing hoods.
And we'll sit in Willows,
Branches weeping to the ground.
We'll hum and whisper,
never noticing the sound.
And when your branch is breaking.
I'll be sure it's me that's blamed.
For a failure of protection
Never ceases bringing shame.
and if you think I've changed the locks,
because you see my closing door.
Don't fret much,
Just observe a little more.
And if your fragile hope,
loses life as daylight falls.
Look again and ditch your key,
because you've broken through my walls.