Poem: Instead of a Heart

I fidget with the lock,

and my fingers slip,

No more can I try,

no more can I twist,

This key does not work;

but how, but why?

This key is for you,

Those brown hips say so,

The gold that you wear,

I gave long ago.

Please open, let me see what’s inside,

Please open, what’s there to hide?

For long I’ve fought: this worthless tool.

For long we’ve fought, am I the fool?

Your face is empty; you wish for a key,

But how do I fix this, what don’t I see?

Fine. Be upset, lock yourself up,

Not answering me is more than enough,

Just know I care, I made this key,

From my heart, it was, ‘till my soul sets free,

I’ve known you long enough,

I see the contents within,

So call my bluff,

And let me in,

So please, do know that you are mine,

The key does not work, perhaps next time,

Bottling it up never goes well,

Not answering me is putting me through hell,

So maybe I need a master key,

For whenever you do lock yourself,

It’s better than my empty pleas,

And perpetually doubting myself.