Honorable Mention, Poetry
If you ever encounter a player, know that these other women are merely swift breezes of wind;
They feel nice for a moment but in an instant, they’re gone.
He may look at you and think that you’re just another breeze, but you’re not.
You’re the earthquake that shook his very existence and the thunderstorm that caused his soul to rumble.
You are the force of nature that turned his umbrella inside out.
He wasn’t ready for you.
Wait for the man who stands there firmly with his feet planted in the soil, ready to love you.