Unsent Letters

"Baby,love me lights out." I just wish, Beyonce. I just wish.

When the night falls on us,
We feel wide awake like sunrise,
We shine like perfectly cut diamonds,
Our hearts plastered with sellotape,
We wait out in silence, laying on our back,
Staring at the world above,the perfect world.
And inside my heart I write a letter,
A letter to fill this space,the warm air between us
I turn to you,to scream out the words,
Chalked on black slate-like heart.
But the minute I turn, the words inside die.
Wipe out,like a wet cloth's magical effect on the chalked emotions.
There is only so much you can say to fill in silence,
Only so much you can look into another's eyes and say
Only so much you can actually feel and believe
Only so much you can write to fit into the unposted letter

So I redraft the letter,and now it says only so much that it must
And as I space-back time,love,memories and life,
I know that unsent letters are those which are never space-backed
Because they drown in emotions,in imagery unbelievable, unrealistic
Because in reality,these unsent letters will never exist.



When you start writing letters, you realise that more than the receiver, you were writing letters to yourself. To reassure yourself what you feel and need from the other person. And then, as time passes by, you draft this 500 word letter. You back-space your words over and over again to give it perfect shape. And this letter is reduced to what you want the receiver to see and not what you actually mean.