The Window

I don’t know why we’ve met, nor why I can’t break free. My mind’s stability is weak as I continue to seek a window for my exit. I find one, but it’s blocked by your presence. Yet, I can feel the breeze of freedom emerging through it. That open window, the only one I can find and it hides behind you. You must control it too. I use to love you. Your control is cold and devastating. You won’t talk to me, you don’t want me, I’m just your whore in waiting. Let me go. Let me leap unapologetically into the deepness of the absence of life without you. Life without you sounds so sweet, with me, on the other side of the window.