Window Cut In Four Poem by Olivia Miller

Misundertood
Misused
Mistrusted
MISTAKE.

I am this and more
I am
No one to adore

Popcorned ceilings
And spattered walls
You've no idea what you're stealing

Window
Cut in four
Window
This hearts at war

Call me silly
Call me naive
Just call me

To hear your voice
To press my ear
And silently rejoice

I lie awake
And wonder
Was this a mistake?

Did I fall too deep?
Did I fall too fast?
I start to weep

Why this day?
Why this heart?
Why, I pray

So tired
So alone
So done.