To the drafts that never make it

you want to express, the inexpressible

you create a new note

and write it out at random

the thoughts, the raging emotions

but midway, you stop

fear overshadows your words

this is too personal to share, you think

they’ll know,

everything,

the who, the what

this is obvious, you think

so midway you stop and think,

you think some more

about them, what they’ll think

and you lose your words,

the moment, the outburst

  
and the damn purpose

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