Unintended.

"What if I'd left the conversation mid-sentence that day, what if I hadn't disclosed my feelings? Would I still be who I am? Or will your judgment of me be clouded by my "vulnerability" and just that?"

She wanted to think of words that would make a difference, words that were sufficient to make a change, to make her feel invigorated, to make her feel more of anything that was less. 

 She broke the glass wall,

He flinched as she rubbed her hands against the glass, 

The haziness disappeared, the breathing stopped.

The bleeding starts,

Because somewhere she reached where she didn't intend to reach, 

A place which brought upon a dissatisfaction not known before, 

To feelings unraveled and feelings heightened,

Another universe unimagined. 

A place where all powers of understanding diminished into a tiny speck of dust,

All images blurred, no negotiation, no compromise,

But the truth which only hurt. 

And the only place which lies ahead of this place is so far away,

It's the place where you feel nothing any more.

No love, no shame

No hurt, no pain

No loss, no gain.
Reborn,

Unavoidable and uncontrollable urges ooze out,

Brewing of new blood beneath a vaunting smile,

Creation of magic from unassuming romantic notions,

Burning bridges,

Scattering pieces,

Clearing out,

Unmentionable conversations of grim old fairy-tales,

Seeking out the unsaid emotions,

Decorating them with astringent words,

Reaching out, crawling back in,

Unsaid.Unintended.Untold.