You remind me of me
I can feel all the hate surface
the pain that I buried
(it has since grown roots and leaves)
I don't wish to face it
yet I must
so I try
to open windows
show you the thunder and lightning
and you run the other way
but now it rains in your bedroom
and you lay cold on the couch
stare at the ceiling
blame me for ever opening a window
Like the weight of the roof was held together
by its broken glass

You push me away
but you remind me of me
and I cannot stop hating
the love I carry for you (and me)
the parallels are drawn

I have known this
The desire to leave everything
and run far away
but where can you run to
when the ceiling is a thunderstorm
and it rains outside your window
(you can't)

you sleep in puddles of your losses
and I simply watch
wishing you didn't remind me of me
hoping you will learn to let the sun in
repair the roof in days to come
and somehow I will not hate
the part of me
that loves you