burn after reading

The relief is bittersweet. Hide my heart behind bravado. Listen to your stories instead.

I am not melancholic. I just meant what I said before you wove my words into yours. Rope burns on fingers. My chest leaps into a panic. I don't mean it. My panacea aches.

My ipod haunts me with recollections. I am breaking the cycle right here. This is not repeat. This is not on demand. Not down loaded. Not deleted.

Slow dance in my bedroom because it's the only thing I know how to do when my soul is stained with red wine and lipstick kisses. Beyond the rationality is a romance that bursts through the shower curtains and self control.

I don't regret my honesty but lets forget everything I said.