Your soft hands freeze on the way to hers
because you’re not free to give touches like that.
The tightness of clenched fists block out any emotion
so my cold hands are left to tremble insync with my bottom lip.
Brown eyes exude longing and needing in every glance
as if she is a stream of water that transforms in a waterfall.
All the while, dull eyes swipe over a puddle created by shed tears.
When I catch a glimpse of a blossoming smile,
I know your mind is transfixed on exotic, flowing beauty.
My personal pond doesn’t nurture the birth of your happiness
and somehow it’s my stomach that aches in guilt and sadness.
The two forces battle—
prosecutor and victim,
shame and despair,
acceptance and regret.
She has a hearth in her grip that engulfs her whole body.
Icicle fingers trace the cold path of a necklace chain
That hasn’t left the comfort of its pouch in months.
For you, it’s sunny everyday when brown meets blue;
A harmony of natural hues reflective of peace.
My hazel eyes trace the crack of sidewalks
that are embedded on my heart.
You have dimples now;
She has a matching pair.
Reflected back at me through a veil of ceaseless drops
Is a somber smile.
I couldn’t freeze your enchantment
Or cage your swelling heart any longer.
You were mine, but I knew I wasn’t the one for you
so I opened the door…
And you walked out with a souvenir.
By: Erin Winans
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