I spent my life with the smell of coffee wafting in the windows but never once tasting it because I believe in keeping beauty close but not in holding hands with it. Once you hold hands you become susceptible to its touch, to its power, to its hurt. This may be a metaphor for you.

I spent my life reading stories halfway because I didn’t want to know if the cute couple stayed together. Once left to imagination, that is the only time you will find real love. This may be a metaphor for you.

I spent my life writing poems that I never showed to anyone because I didn’t want to be seen in bare naked words. Once you are seen in your purest form you cannot go back. This may be a metaphor for you.

This is a metaphor for you.

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