Walls

There are only so many times you can break through the doors, wear down the walls, coax your way in, before everything is reinforced with steel. Before the door I had expected, wanted, to open is barred and barricaded. And maybe now is the time. Peace and happiness. That's all we wanted. Maybe I was chaining you down. Maybe you were chaining me down. Maybe it was both. Either way, we weren't set free to pick those chains back up again.