The hidden

(Photo creds to someone)

Underneath my bed there lies a man with no spine.
His fragile bones stuck paralysis; until the day of my returnings, but even then that won’t keep him from the secrets he once beheld of me.
He knows me, or should I say he knows my secrets, promises, memories. 
They are frozen in time, captured by his dull paper heart ready to be presented to the next candidate as if they were up for election.

He knows my breakages, embarrassments, and desires, but what's to say he won't destroy me by them.

He'll break me in every way possible, but that disaster won't come easy.

He has a lock to the barriers of his solid body, and I'm the only one who can open them.

I have a key.

Not just any key.

The key I have is not only one of a kind, but was only made for the usage of his bones.

You can search your cabinets, drawers, and even run to your local keymaster; you won't find what you're looking for.

I'll pity you until there's nothing left but sorrow
 Then I'd give you the 3 pieces of information you've been searching for in the wrong places.

A key isn't the only way to unlock his barriers. There are 3 others ways.
1. You can either take a rock, or something hard to smash his body to pieces unlocking the information you've always wanted of me.

2. Pull his paperback bones apart leaving nothing but pain and betrayal.

3. Paint a picture of who you proclaimed me to be, and imagine the information he may have, by studying me.
The girl with yellow on

-Ang