Dangle midair

Stop. Don’t say yes. Don’t open the door to let another one walk in. Hearts will break. You’ll cause him pain. So before you give in to the spur of the magical moment, before you twirl and spin into the moonlit night, remember the words you pasted together in black. The ones you’ve cried out on brink of breakdown. With the taste of sour tears, they’re the composite of your recurring fears. Simmer down. Spontaneity sparks wild fires that burn a universe of entirety, leaving no trace, no one to dance in the empty space which remains.

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