I think my greatest weakness
Was that I never knew when to give up.

I fought to the death
I pushed too far
If I knew I was right
I made sure you knew too.

And I think your greatest weakness
Was that you gave up too easily.

You never screamed back,
Let me win when I shouldn't have,
Watched me defend arguments
You knew made no sense.

But one day,
Our roles changed.
You fought and I
Surrendered.

When we played "who can walk away first"
And I let you win.

- p. winter

I wrote him a poem
And kept it well hid
Til' the day that I thought
He should hear what I'd writ'.
So I sat by his side,
And watched his eyes perk
As I told him I'd let him,
Just once, read my work.
I don't think he realized
I wrote it for him
But I saw on his face
As it suddenly sank in.
He looked in my eyes,
His as wide as the moon,
And said I expected
Too much
Too soon.
He got up to leave,
Threw my book to the ground,
I begged and I pleaded
But he heard no sound.
He turned on his heel
As I drowned in regret.
Guess that's what the vulnerable
Poets get.

- p. winter

i write untitled poems
when what i wish to say
cannot be
synopsized

- p. winter

i wonder if i've ever
made you nervous

if my name made goosebumps
bubble on your skin

and your breath
quicken

i wonder if i've ever
made you dizzy

if you've ever felt or fallen
as i for you

- p. winter

a hummingbird lives in my chest
your voice is succulent nectar

- p. winter

and there's a smirk in your poker face
that screams
even the emotionless
can love

- p. winter

finger in my throat
my reflection watches me
flush my weight away

- p. winter