A Beautiful Literary Nightmare...

Reflections from a young soul....
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You pick it up and take a risk.
You place it to the journal,
To the notepad,
To the napkin.

It's sweet.
It lights up your heart.
Uplifts your soul.
Makes you giggle.
Maybe it brings a tear to your eye.

Then it's over.
Can't take those words back.
He knows.
She knows.
How you felt.

You can burn the paper.
But you can't unburn the image of naked literary soliloquy that enchanted his soul.
Her soul.

You can't take back the giddy feelings.
You can't take back that rush.
The tingle.
The lust.
You can't take any of it back.
It haunts you like a bad dream.

Did he keep it?
Did she keep it?
Who did he show?
Who else knows?

You've never prayed for a shredder so hard.
You've never unwished your wish for companionship like this.
You've never felt so alone after feeling so together.
Break up.
Never.
Break up.
Never.

Forever you will hold.
Until your untold story is sold.
Jealousy. Disenchantment. Falling out of touch.
Out of love.
Out of when you were so into.
Into each other.
Into his arms.
Into her heart.
Into his fantasies.
Your wifey dreams.
Your husbandly.

But it has been done.
It was fun while it lasted.
Now there is none.
Too young not to take the leap.
Too old not to know better.

To stubborn not to try harder once again.
Out of touch as long lost kin.
But the risk was worth the adrenaline.