Not sure I'm content with it yet, let me know if you think I should expand on it, change it, or delete it.

I stare
into your eyes
the windows are frosted
casting my reflection
looking in I see
a lonely me
etching tallies
into the wall
the hand of my sombre silhouette
dancing across the unmarked canvas
I will not be confined
to the story you've laid out for me

The End

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