Hers

His eyes are full of warmth.

Mine are nothing but stone.

He pulls me into his chest and his lips graze mine.

I feel his heart racing and I know the words are on the tip of his tongue.

He says it.

Five words like five shards of glass ripping at my throat.

"I'm in love with you."

Only two words come to my mind.

I can't.

I can't do this.

I can't hurt you.

I can't breathe.

I can't tell you.

I can't tell him that I'm in love.

Even though I am.

I am in love.

How am I supposed to tell him?

How am I supposed to tell him that the feeling I get with his hands on my hips,

is absolutely nothing.

Nothing compared to the way I feel with my hands on

Hers.

This poem is about: 
Me

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