That Rusty Hatchet

That metal hatchet you used once to break down my door is rusty now. It reminds me of you when I pass it outside the garage, paint peeling and long past our times together admiring our skills with a brush and roller.  Settled into my life and forgetting those places we went and fun we had has left me more mature, guarded and secure in my alarm system. Ready to love again, ready to trust and commit while you are locked up for several more years, I find myself missing what we once had. Scars on my face remind me that you are not what I am looking for. That day has left me forever altered physically and mentally, but I still love you. I am an idiot…