The wall between us

Bottled up,
Muted,
My hands in my pockets
A silent fury held within
ripening fruits of past winters

But you were a wall
Which i couldnt break
Which i couldnt climb
Rooted like a tree

Am i a window ?
Load, stock and barrel,
Mercilessly on display
And the pricetags
Crossed out

Seething still
Swallowed bile
I bite my tongue
As phobos spreads
its bitter fruits