The Other Day

You grab my window,
To keep it from rolling up.

She’s a dime a dozen.
Your words are slow.
But there’s no girl like you.

Leave me and
She calls to you.

You say I don’t cry.

But you can tell I have some
Crack in my wall
When my eyes melt and fester
So obviously when they meet yours.

I tried not to be so
Expected and routine.