It’s taken me two weeks to decide to write this….and it wasn’t easy.

Currently I live in a window display,

You can see me,

And I can see you,

But we hardly ever interact.

My friends come and visit sometimes, only they are on the other side,

With their hands pressed up against the glass.

Making me laugh with their funny stories.

Or trying to convince me that love does exist.

Sometimes there are small cracks in the glass,

Like when my ex made contact with my best friend recently,

Or when I accidentally come across a photo of him.

Or any of the other 100 things there to remind me.

(The cracks are easily patched up and the pain passes after 20 minutes or so).

I can’t really breath in the window,

I can’t feel anyone’s touch.

My smiles are fake,

And really I am half the person I was.

But there is no danger of me getting hurt there.

And my make up is always on (so at least from outside it seems as if I am ok).

Currently I live in a window display,

You can see me,

And I can see you,

But we hardly ever interact.