None Of You... Poem by WIN VENTURA

One brought roses, soft and kind,
With promises that warmed the mind.
He built his love like steady rain,
Yet never asked about my pain.

The other came like broken light,
A wild storm that kissed the night.
He thrilled, he tore, he made me ache,
But vanished each time I would break.

I stood between their push and pull,
A heart divided, never full.
One gave comfort, one gave flame —
But neither ever knew my name.

Not the name I spoke, but the one inside,
Where silent dreams and truths reside.
They loved the parts they chose to see —
Not the fire and storm that made me, the actual me.

So I turned, not left, not right,
But walked alone into the night.
No hand in mine, no voice to sway —
Just the sound of heels
on my own way.

✍🏽 By: - WIN VENTURA