I started to feel
a deeper soft fluttery joyous thing.
Unused to such feelings,
I let my fear of the unknown
take over
and I pulled the panic chord.
I realized what I was missing
a heartbeat too late.
I spewed poison.
I made her cry,
and now our story might be over.
My greatest regret is that
I yanked on the panic chord
so hard
that I snapped it,
wrecking us along with it.
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Listening to: “The Story Never Ends” by Lauv