#unsent words

[sugarysapphics]

you are the one person from my past i wish genuine happiness for. thank you for the memories and i wish you nothing but the best.

[kieranculkingirl]

no love is wasted

a poem made of unsent messages from the unsent project.

[alwayshaveandialwayswill]

“we don’t talk. i still dream about you.”

[kitty-gray]

Cassandra is making a point with all these unsent letters, to represent how much Kit still wants to be friends with Ty, but that he fights against that want with everything he has (because of shame, pride, anger and all those things this post isn't about) It shows he puts as much physical distance as he can because if he let Ty in, it would be impossible to suppress his feelings anymore. That if he let Ty into his life, he won't be able to push him out again.

[thisispoetrybyamyy]

I have been a little off balance since the day I met you . This is because I had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned

- Courtney Peppernell

[sheisintherainnn]

Can't fill the voidness of your absence,

Can't be brave enough to face your presence,

[my-unsent-thoughts]

Desired, yet never a priority. Kept close, yet seldom seen. Their words carry confidence, yet their actions whisper doubt.

[bloominginsilence]

Save your soul

(Let go).

[sakura-hayashii]

dear person reading this,

i just want you to know... if you think about it… the sun rises and the sun sets… every single day… but they both have a different amount of time that they presently exist in… just like life… you have to go through your own sunrises and sunsets… life will always have its time of light and darkness… there are feelings and phases… and events in our life are somewhat like seasons… sometimes the darkness will far outweigh the light… but other times the light will predominate the darkness… everyone goes through those moments of feeling like we’re the only person who exists in this world… left all alone… this feeling of loneliness… and never being able to explain it… and tired of trying to because people dont seem to understand… so youre left feeling empty and alone... but youre not… you have people around you who have been through similar… often trying to find someone who can listen and understand them just like you are… there are people who are willing to sit and listen… willing to stand by your side… willing to just be there and support you as you grow… youre the only one who can change yourself… but there are always people who are willing to help and cheer you on… you just gotta find them… being dependent on yourself is good… but you eventually start craving things… like having a good conversation with someone and connecting on passions… or the intimacy of literally just a hug… or even trying new things… i wanna do everything on my own but i cant… thats not how the world works… cause no matter what… there will always be at least one person waiting for you to come to them and ask for help… YOU ARE WORTHY AND LOVED AND THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOURE GOING THROUGH… sometimes reaching out for help or just a conversation also helps the other person… you never know… you just might change their life… and they might change yours.

- S.H.

[allielleaf]

Scary.

It's cruel, isn't it? How accurate this could've been. It sounds just like you — the style of typing, the nickname, the message, and that damn color you assigned me.

Then reality hits. I suddenly remember that you couldn't be this thoughtful, this purposeful. Because you're painfully not. As much as I want to believe that you can, you've just never proved it. You have the ideas — the plans, but for some reason.. you never act on them. Was there a reason? Or did you simply just not feel like it? After declaring your love over and over for years, did you grow tired? That when you finally had me, you just didn't have the energy to be sure you kept me? Was that all it took? To have me?

Never has the color yellow made me feel this dull and in pain.

🥀

[theloulouge]

[toalloftheboysivelovedbefore]

My J.D.B.,

I love you.

It was the start and the end of everything, so it only feels right to start her by reminding you of that fact, in case you ever foolishly forget. I miss you. With as much of my heart that a human is capable of missing another human. I miss you. I carry you with me, everywhere, with all that I am.

To live this life without you is to have a little less color in it. You always loved color, so I suppose it is only fitting that you took some with you. You always laughed at my love of neutral earth tones, but that was why our pieces fit together. You brought color into my life and I grounded you in yours. There are remnants of the colors you took, like watercolors bled onto the edges of a page. Not there purposefully, but spilling over from a work of art.

I know that you didn't want to leave. I didn't want you to. I wanted time with you -- so much more time. The weight of unlived plans is a heavy burden to shoulder. We only got two years together in this life. I hope that we find each other earlier in our lives next time. I hope we spend every minute of it together, and that we never take the time for granted. I hope we spend our days reading together, spending time in nature, and going on adventures. I hope that I can draw you because you sit before me and not from memory or a photograph. I hope we spend our nights with soft kissing, you wrapped around me, my octopus; me wrapped around you, your pretzel.

The last night that I had with you was beautiful and we did just that. You peppered me with soft kisses and I did the same. You held me closer than I think you ever had. When I woke up, you were gone, and my life has been irrevocably changed in so many ways.

To love you was to find a piece of myself I didn't know that I was missing. "Ah. There you are. I've been looking for you." You returned that piece to me when we met and took it again when you left. I wish on every 11:11 that we had a different ending. You always promised me that I could die first. I wanted to hold you to that promise.

The boys miss you too. Arlo lays at the door most nights, looking out into the darkness. He never used to do that before you. He won't let me shower without being in the bathroom with me. I think that he feels my pain and he carries your absence as much as I do.

I look for you everywhere, in everything that I do. I see you in the trees, in the bookshops, in every pair of blue eyes that I find. All the things that drove me crazy, all of the bad puns and dad jokes, all of the movies and television shows that I never wanted to watch, I would give anything to have them back.

I miss dancing in the living room with you. I miss reading to you and you reading to me. I miss showing you my writings. I miss you telling me that you are proud of me. I miss showing you music and dramatically singing Tina Turner to you. I miss the face you would make when I was being ridiculous and silly -- the slight shake of the head, the crinkle of the crow's feet, the smile that isn't sure if it wants to make an appearance or if it wants to turn into a laugh. I miss picking you out gifts at Target and leaving them on your side of the bed to find. I miss writing in cards to you just so you knew I was thinking about you. I miss showering with you, our little dance squeezing by each other and arguing about the temperature of the water. I miss out routine when we were going to bed. I miss crawling into your arms and falling asleep to you rubbing circles on my back. I never felt safer or more at ease than I did in those moments. I miss you reaching over and pulling me close to you in the darkness when the nightmares woke me crying or yelling out, again. I miss our coffee in the mornings and your determination to perfect a vanilla latte for me. I miss the smell of you. I miss washing our clothes together. I miss cooking for you and sending you to work with lunches. I miss getting our pizza and salad and watching a movie together. I miss you bringing me chocolate from Sprouts and watching with delight as I picked out my favorites. I miss your parents. I miss the smell of their house. I miss combing through the books in your dad's office. I miss your mom and making iced tea and I miss her garden and the bees. I miss wrapping my arms around you and clutching the back of your head and playing with your hair. I miss kissing you like we were made to do so. I miss the way our bodies fit together, like we were cut from the same mold, desperate to find each other. I miss our date nights and getting dressed up with you. I miss the joy in your face when I ate something I loved and did a little happy dance. I miss running errands with you. I miss you being my rock in Costco. I miss you pushing the cart while I stressed over the grocery list. I miss walking laps around Target, window shopping and talking. I miss calling each other on our drives home -- it's too damn quiet now. I miss calling you to complain about my family and how crazy they're driving me. I miss dreaming about creating a family of our own, about how much you wanted a daughter simply so she could wrap you around her finger and you could spoil her rotten. I miss dreaming about giving you a boy to carry your name on. With all that I am, I miss you, my love.

I would give everything for a different ending for us. I would give anything to touch you one more time. I wish we had more time to grow together and learn from one another. I love you in ways I am not sure I knew I could love someone. "We loved with a love that was more than love."

You will always carry me with you, just as I know I carry you. I've never known anyone more beautiful than you. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

I don't know how to end this. I don't want to end this. I want to spend the rest of my life writing you this letter and telling you how much I adore you and all the things I miss about you and about all the plans we made. Time was never on our side. If I could, I would go to war against time itself to take back all that it stole from us.

I will find you again. I will search for you in the eyes of every stranger until I feel that familiar tug on my soul strings. "Ah. There you are."

With all that I am, all that I was, and all that I could ever hope to be, I love you. Eternally. Endlessly. Infinitely. Irrevocably. Until my last breath, you carry me in your heart.

Until I find you again, Your Sunshine

[thedeadpoetprose]

I accidentally fell in love with a man. He's awkward and for some reason, guarded. He's incredibly silly yet serious. Dispite it being 2023 he smokes a pipe, dresses on occasion quite impeccabley, and talks of wine so segaciously in a way that makes it taste all the more richer. He's eccentric in a way that is indearing, and I think I'd quite like to be eccentric and strange alongside him.

We don't just drink wine together, he is the wine, warming the blood, flushing my cheeks, adding lustre to an evening, getting me drunk and making me feel.

Truth be told, I am an old romantic. I don't share things I write but here I am. I never had myself down as a damsel in distress, I always do things for myself, but as my world crumbles around me, for the first time in my life I want to be saved and he makes me feel safe. I'd willfully lay myself down for him completely and give myself over to his mercy in any way he wanted. Walk into his sea, succumb to his tide, be washed away in his abyss. It would feel less like a woman drowning, and more like a sinking ship settling in it's destined resting place.

That scares me. It does so because Im allowing myself to be vulnerable. As I pour my entire self into this letter I know no aberrant verbosity will change anything. I wish that one day whomever you do find looks at you with the same adoration and awe at your beauty that I do, you deserve that. And if you ever do feel alone or not good enough, not that it's much, but you are always an immortal, devine veneration to me.

I'll never be ready to hear your indifference, but In doing so maybe it will finally sting enough that I could cry it out and purge everything once and for all, and be at peace whilst I sit amongst the mire. I cling to hopes that it wouldn't be that way, but I know hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have. Damn you, spoilt creature, but just know I do not resent you for it. I never could. Now, tell me, is that not just the worst thing you ever heard?

[girl-star-girl]

-- texts we nearly sent post-function (part 1)

[libatterysucker]

These days all I can think about is send you a message and tell how much I miss you, how much I miss us.

But I can't. I can't do this to myself when all I did was worshiping you in every way, just to be discarded as if we were nothing, as if it as easy.

You wanted to stay friends, but I don't know if you just didn't want to feel guilty, or if you wanted a guarantee in case things go wrong. But I agreed anyways.

Every now and then you send me something, mostly shallow kind of conversation, like you don't really wanna talk, but you don't have anyone else to spill your shit. Or you just wanna have me wrapped around your finger, just in case you need.

I never took you as a vile kind of person, but you're braking me just as much as the others did, even if it's unintentional, unconscious.

I'll keep my head high for now. I've been nothing but great for you, and that's a thing to be proud of.