My heart pounds harder in each passing moment

the heat rushes to my cheeks.

I know there will never be an atonement;

I'll think of this for weeks.

Even after that time passes,

even when I try to sleep,

the memory once again flashes

in my mind: the secret I cannot keep.

I'll bury my head in my pillows

and my heart will melt and burn.

My confidence in myself will willow

away and my stomach will begin to churn.

This mortification is unbearable

and I'm sure this will never end

as I learn memories are far too shareable

and my reputation begins to bend.