The Worst Sin

Speaking from the heart,

not with word but with passion.

clinging to his arm in false emotion

peering at you with articulate eyes

chastising myself for thinking with my conscious

instead of feeling him with my heart

look back at my side to the one blind and gullible

to my blatant fake devotion

still noticing your unwavering glare

with out looking I can already see the hint of melancholy in your eyes

the compassion that you in doubt feel

and the guilt I have for lusting another

yet still I stand there lying to myself

apathetically caressing his hand

giving him false hope seek to desire

making jealous furry burn your very soul

I did not intend for this to happen

make you dread my sight

and for me to dread his consoling stare

he can not see my weakening heart

through the transparent windows of my lonely soul

he wishes to believe I love him

my insides scream, churn, and wrench

I'm slowly dying of overwhelming unwanted affection

so gentle but it smothers my worn thoughts

suffocating me my breath shallows

but your eyes still pierce me

I'm alive but I'm waiting here in

the unblind untitled and unloved.

By: Kelly Grace Patterson