Raindrop

DISCLAIMER: this poem is unfinished. I didn't have the time to revise it or anything so don't judge too hard haha

You stood in the doorway,
holding the door handle,
rusty to the touch
and you stared out into the rain
as the drops dripped
some skimmed your eyelashes and cheekbones
the cold nipped at the tip of your nose
and rippling raindrops zipped past your eyes

how you longed to run out into the storm
how you longed to dance among the raindrops
but there was something in the way
a fortress that you couldn't break
a wall you couldn't pass or climb over
so you just stood in the doorway

your heart beat itself out of your chest
and it thrashed itself out the door
but you had no courage to chase it
and its been so lost ever since
but where's the desire to find it?
and while you look out this dirty window
you lose yourself