10/14/10

Master Key
By Neeti Vashi


They said I had a master key

Because I could open up just about anyone

Blame it on my manipulation,

Or my ability to make them feel comfortable,

Somehow, they’d end up in my palm much too often.

Their bolts were too easily broken,

And they were telling me things they swore they never would

But when they’d turn and ask me to reciprocate

I would get out as fast as I could.

But I felt no guilt; I could get up and leave,

No remorse for seeing them undone and on the floor

It didn’t matter anyway

Because I knew my own was secure.

Others would try; they would pick at me

Hoping to get as much as a glance inside

And I would watch them persist with a smile on my face

Eager to watch the defeat steal their pride.

This became routine for me, occurred almost every day

I had them wishing I would be unlocked in that same way

And then, disastrously, that wish came true

The day I found that boy who had a master key too.



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I'm an 18 year old university student studying science. I love writing - have been doing it for as long as I can remember - and use it as an outlet for the emotions that don't carry out as well through speech. :)