Window Pain

Seeing the world through glass

Traveling the world through glass

as your touch only gets through the most

latex parts of me

Having to see you party

Through my glass phone screen

As I sit here cleaning up my act so hard that

I’m starting to see you clear

I don’t think you really ever heard

The strain in my voice but

if you visited me in that dream the other night

Then you’d have felt the tension that locks my jaw as hard as a

Stuck window

Maybe you’ve gone behind the glass

Or felt my love as my gears turn with the lights off

Till I become lucid

and roll back, putting it all in a bottle to send to you

But my confessions will never roll off my tongue to your ears

As I fear the reality of your game

You’re really all the same

That’s what I’m seeing through

my window pain.