I am filled with words I wish I would have said, things I wish I didn’t say, and letters that I never sent. I am filled with the love I never gave, the heart that never mended, and a lot of poetry I wish I could share. But instead, they are stuck between the pages of old notebooks and hidden on password locked documents on my laptop. Every day the sun rises and the sun sets and with each passing moment, I still hold onto all of these things dearly, unable to part with them, although sometimes I do wish, they would slip between my fingers and find home in the people I wish would harbor them. I’ve spent so long telling myself all the things you should have said, but never did… read more >
