Window Shopping

Uncomfortable at dinner
I push away my chair
Too many mental distractions
So I have a blank stare
Walking to the bathroom
The window took my mind
Too much light pollution
For a Cupid for me to find
A quivered lip
Shiver down the spine
An arrow in the back
Now I want you mine
Touch the pane of glass
Cold against the skin
Dryness in the mouth
My head begins to spin
White tipped knuckles
Stomach in a vice
Not that it shows
My veins are filled with ice
If love is inducting
It shouldn't choose me
If I am fettered
I will try to flee
A shattered heart
Among the sky
I am not ready
To give it a try
Loose lip
Sink Ship
Loose love
I trip
Touch the pane of glass
Cold against the skin
Dryness in the mouth
My head begins to spin