A Heart-Shaped Key

I hold a heart-shaped key.

It has travelled so far.

It seeks a heart-shaped door

But try your locks as it might, it does not fit.

A heart-shaped key

It cannot open your doors.

Your doors have strange signs.

You must be this big.

You must be this loud.

You must be this strong.

You must be this happy.

This door says FLIRT – but my key won’t fit it. The lock is too jagged.

This door says DATE – but my key won’t fit it. The lock is too narrow.

This door says MARRY – but my key won’t fit it. The lock is too deep.

And they are fake! All the locks are fake. How can a real key open fake locks?

A heart-shaped key

It won’t go in

And the more it tries to twist and turn

The more your locks destroy it.

Because your locks, they have teeth. They spit lightning, ooze poison

They bite, they burn, they corrode.

They will not take my heart-shaped key.

It has tried so many doors

But none will take it.

A heart-shaped key

It does not fit

Come on, come on

It does not fit

This is not a game

It has travelled so far

I cannot take the cold

Please, just open the door!

A heart-shaped key

None of you want it.

Instead I watch as they walk in with their keys that can change to any shape and composition, their great big keys that thrust and make horrible clanging noises, their keys that can take your shocks and your poison, their keys your take away and don’t give back.

And sometimes I have to dive, so as not to be hit when you hurl their corpses back out.

I don’t want to go through doors like that. I want doors that will take my heart-shaped key

But none of yours will take it.

I do not have the key you want! Do you not understand?

I only have this heart-shaped key! It cannot twist and turn through your flirting locks, compress itself through your dating locks, extend through your marriage locks and be consumed on use

Because it’s a heart-shaped key! A small, simple, solid heart-shaped key, no more and no less than what it looks like

It is the only key I have

What else am I supposed to do?

It was a heart-shaped key

Now bent and worn beyond repair

And the hand that held it frozen to the bone.

The key blade is gone, only the heart-shaped handle remains

It can no longer open heart-shaped doors

But you had none anyway.

You had none anyway.