I wrote this letter

I was going to give to you

later in the day


But since I've written

I've decided that

There's still things I'm not ready to say


Until that time

I'll fold it so

and hide it somewhere safe


Then when I'm ready

I'll face my fears

And try my hardest to be brave


Within this letter

are heartfelt words

said with the strongest of passion


Yet hurtful 
in the worst of ways

carrying a terrible burden


There are lies that course

through the invisible ink

penned across this tattered paper


Just remember

when you read these words

its my strongest form of armor


I wrote this letter

I was going to give to you

but instead I threw it away


Because since I've written

I've decided that

These are things I'm not strong enough to say