The Keys to Your World

 

I came when your world was drowning in despair,
A shadowed place where hope was rare.
Life had beaten you, left you frail,
Yet I reached for you, despite the gale.

Piece by piece, I tried to mend,
Loving you deeper than words could send.
But the wounds you bore, they ran too deep,
A war within you, too vast to keep.

I stood as both your friend and foe,
Your pain was a storm, a cruel undertow.
I found joy in carrying your weight,
Yet your words struck sharp, sealing my fate.

Each cruel remark, a blade to my chest,
Leaving my soul bereft of rest.
I cried in silence, as the nights grew long,
A fragile king who felt so wrong.

Now I’m dangling on this precipice high,
Fingers slipping, too tired to try.
“Jane,” I whisper, “your king is falling,”
Death’s cold breath is all that’s calling.

Yet my stubborn heart will not let you go,
It clings to the love I’ll always know.
Though I’m losing my keys to your world’s door,
I’ll knock instead, like I did before.

If you find me there, sitting at your step,
With dry tears falling and promises kept,
I’ll wear a smile, though broken inside,
For you are the reason I’ve always tried.

Even if I must wait in silence and ache,
For the smallest chance you’ll still awake.
And if I fall, know this to be true:
I’ll always rise again—for you.