Key

You found the door - The door which protected my worst nightmares I didn't know existed, and sheltered the basic needs my heart shunned but never new it pined for Tell me you didn't You found the key that unlocked the spring to my eternal winter, the warmth to an endless frigid existence, the glow within my ceaseless, hopeless night - the feast no mind could hide, but mine could not imagine - from the bottomless famine that almost devoured me, until you found the key And I unlocked the door Tell me I didn't But you left— the key that once unlocked an eternal spring, stropped razor sharp - etching immortal wounds that my blood once approved of as you walked away And now, life feels a shade darker than before— like never having known the ecstasy of rich, dark chocolate until, for one dazzling moment, its sweetness graced my tongue— That taste—so sweet, so transformative— is now forever lost, leaving behind a bitter void as I wander through days haunted by the memory of a flavor I can never reclaim, a hunger for a sweetness that vanished, and a despair deeper than any winter's chill Destined to never again know that door now forever shut