Guilty Pleasure Poem by Low Li Ling Jasmine

My heart, a living window with curtains drawn
Feel the creeping tendrils coming forth
Your ill-concealed fury making known
Forcing me to lose my modicum of self awareness so,
In every corner I can feel you breathing

Making a terrible blur my life is
I see that you have make your stand independently
Sending my mind to overdriving
I could not absolve myself of any wrongdoings

I try to, turn the tide to break through
A tiny grain of release would seep through
My gaze into the past can withhold

So as to anchor my peace of mind to a standstill