Rejected

Every time he gather himself up
Just one question left to ask
Walking up to her door in darkness
Breath visible from his broken lips
The sweatshirt is torn from the struggle
His heart in tatters, but still beating
Fingers tremble as he reaches for the door
The dreaded knocking coming from his hand
Feels like taking a blow to the face
Those few seconds of waiting drag him down
Like thousands of pounds on his shoulders
She opens the door and he feels the weight lifted
His eyes swell, palms sweat, fists clench
He asks her just one time, one chance
Knowing she open brought him in, to be hers
But just one simple line whispered back to him
In a soft and broken voice, like death
"You might be invited, but you're not coming in"
His knees buckle as he crashes to the ground
All muscles fall to waste as the fire inside dies
No words to return, just a turn on the heels
Stumbles down the short steps as she watches
It's time for the long march home
To the bed that held his bleeding soul for days
And the empty room that fell in around him
Like a house of cards, bringing him to an end
His sanctuary becomes his grave
And she'll never blame herself
For knocking down the first wall.