The Importance of Knocking

You came without asking,

Took without warning.

Left with no goodbye.

Repeated like you never went.

 

You were the stench in the air.

The elephant in this room.

Uncomfortable is how I’d describe.

How anyone who knew you would.

 

When I’d ask you to leave,

You’d give that forbidden smirk,

Then move even closer to me.

Invading any space I thought I had.

 

Never was I allowed to breathe,

without asking you first.

Never was I allowed to leave,

without informing you first.

 

I got tired of this circus you made of me.

I got tired of the Jack-in-the-box you put me in.

Hell, I even got tired of the person inside me.

Snapping was inevitable.

 

The kitchen knife was cold.

And so was your lifeless body.

You now lay on my front door step.

With the door closed in front of you.

 

My bed is now reclaimed,

The monsters stay beneath.

Vanished.

I can’t see you.

 

And this is why i knock,

before entering any room.