These Two Windows
My arms are burning.
My heart feels like there’s a buzz saw inside of it.
My lungs feel tight and every breath I take is harder than the last.
You left me to die in the middle of your twisted games.
You're killing me and you're not even here.
Why?
The pain you brought upon me is like snow.
It sticks for hours until eventually melting down,
dripping down these two windows,
but it always comes back.
Fuck you for your unhealthy desire to see one suffer.
I’m suffering from the un-pure love you brought me.
My head swirls and tells me it's my fault.
Sometimes I think it is but I know it's not.
From you to me,
Pain...that's all I'm saying.
