lock & key 

tucked away in a small box 

the lock around my neck 

and the key around yours

with red thread linking fate 

and the tear stained pillows now tainted by blood 

my gaping wounds begging to be closed 

my inner child screaming 

wanting release from the chains  

and after all this time 

i had always thought the key was not mine 

but i neglected to realize – 

that i could change the lock