It’s the constant state of mind

Breathe in and out

The cold or warm air I might

Just sleep on the floor tonight

Begging for the closure

There’s times it falls over

But it gets up after an hour

And I hate how we called it “ours”

Feel the cold air enter

And I shiver then flinch

When the warm air appears

Then I hide till it clears

I’ve waited years for you

To lead me on

For me to write

That I hate the window