This is for the person who will never read these.
For I know that you will not even care.
I thought you would be there and become close,
When you just disappeared like a ghost.
Now I see you,
In the halls,
Wondering what I did wrong.
But as I look back and realize,
I never even sent my letters.
My deep confessions and happy moments,
Because I thought you did’t care.
All the stories I wanted to say,
And how I loved looking at you everyday.
But now the pile adds up,
And maybe if I sent those letters,
We could be so much better.
But now I drown,
Choking on my words,
Because they never reached your home.
Now the paper is cutting in deep,
I don’t think I can compete.
So now I drown in unsent letters,
Black ink pooling at my feet,
Hoping you’ll come back and read my letters.
But when you do don’t be sad,
For it was my problem the whole time.
It was just a small thing,
That built up,
And now you’re here to clean it up.
As I gasp and grab for air,
You were helping me there.
And now we are close and maybe just this time,
I’ll let you slide by my side.
Because now I know,
That even when it was long ago,
It is never too late to go and try.
So let someone in,
Let them be your light.
And let them help you clear your unsent letters.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
This is for the person who will never read these.
For I know that you will not even care.
I thought you would be there and become close,
When you just disappeared like a ghost.
Now I see you,
In the halls,
Wondering what I did wrong.
But as I look back and realize,
I never even sent my letters.
My deep confessions and happy moments,
Because I thought you did’t care.
All the stories I wanted to say,
And how I loved looking at you everyday.
But now the pile adds up,
And maybe if I sent those letters,
We could be so much better.
But now I drown,
Choking on my words,
Because they never reached your home.
Now the paper is cutting in deep,
I don’t think I can compete.
So now I drown in unsent letters,
Black ink pooling at my feet,
Hoping you’ll come back and read my letters.
But when you do don’t be sad,
For it was my problem the whole time.
It was just a small thing,
That built up,
And now you’re here to clean it up.
As I gasp and grab for air,
You were helping me there.
And now we are close and maybe just this time,
I’ll let you slide by my side.
Because now I know,
That even when it was long ago,
It is never too late to go and try.
So let someone in,
Let them be your light.
And let them help you clear your unsent letters.
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