Heels & cold.

the three inches of her heels scratch along the pavement,
He puts his arm out, and silences the sound.
About to say the few words he will tomorrow lament,
She refuses to look at him and stays focused on the ground.
His hand on her arm is keeping her steady,
Though nothing will stop her shaking from the cold,
she tries to talk, but he's speaking already,
his voice so confident, so sure, and so bold.
he's telling her exactly what she doesn't want to hear,
She informs him it's the drink talking and turns away,
He steps across her path, and pulls her near,
She's yet to react and stays this way.
A moment later, he's stepping back,
and reality is pulling her down,
She takes a moment to get on track,
This time he's serious, they're not messing around.
he might be intoxicated,
but he's still able to see
the truth in the feelings
he is trying to free.
Almost wanting to pinch her skin
to see if this is real,
she stays silent,
and doens't mutter a single feeling within.