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