Window Pane.
You and I are staring out of this window pane..
& I don't know who you are..
I don't know when you came..
or how long you will stay..
so I glance at you from time to time..
trying not to memorize or be mezmerized by your dazzling smile..
& when you look at me..
the daggers hit me consecutively..
ONE.
TWO.
THREE.
for a moment I thought you were killing me..
because while we looked out of this window pane..
I felt this other pain..
it came over me
& I thought it would transform into love..
I thought that if I kept looking out with you..
It would feel better, warmer.. like love..
but the window pane..
the glass shattered and all I saw was blood..
I saw it all over my body, all over your smile..
& I thought to myself..
why are you still smiling?
I kept staring out of that window pane
sheltering the inevitable pain
because I thought that's what love would do..
But a storm came in,
and the rules went out
I no longer sat there waiting for a clear sign..
I closed my window
& out you went too
I went to my mirror
& there was you..
& it was me..
You and I were one..
I couldn't escape that love..
it was you and I until the end of time..
until I realized..
You were me.
and I am you.
I was hurting myself..
My love for me was never true.
my window pain.. pane.. pain..
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