like hotel room doors

relationships are like adjoining hotel rooms. each room has a door that you can choose to open if you are the person renting the room.

sometimes you know the person on the other side, and she feels comfortable opening their door. your rooms are connected and you're part of each others lives.

sometimes you open your door, and beg and plead and collapse from exhaustion, leaning against a door that never opens.

sometimes you sit quietly on the bed while you hear the sobbing and yearning in the voice on the other side. they bang and claw on the door, and you eventually hear them slide down in defeat, never opening the door to let them in.

sometimes you leave your door open, leave the room, and dream of going back one day to see if she will open the door again.

i've left way too many hotel doors open, and slammed too many shut, crushing the fingers and hopes of a girl who simply wanted to hold my hand.

all this life for rent gets us nowhere.