Unsent

I keep my days in “Save for later,”

A tidy mess of almosts and maybes.

My laughs are packed in bubble wrap,

So nothing breaks, so nothing saves me.

I write “I miss you” in the notes,

Then lock the screen like it’s a promise.

I learn the shape of brave, not brave enough—

A careful ghost in flawless polish.

One more night I don’t commit,

One more heartbeat under glass.

I’m so good at disappearing

That I call it “making plans.”

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

Unsent, unsigned, collapsing fast.

A thousand words I never said

Turn into weight inside my chest.

I hit “save” instead of “go,”

I stay “someday” instead of “close.”

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

And now the page is tearing back.

My calendar is white and quiet,

Like snowfall hiding all the damage.

I watch my friends become their stories

While I’m still choosing fonts for mine.

I practice conversations in the mirror,

Perfect tone, perfect timing—

But real life doesn’t wait for edits,

And my mouth keeps “almost” climbing.

I’m scared the truth will sound too loud,

So I lower it to fit.

I keep shrinking for the silence

And mistake it for control.

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

Unsent, unsigned, collapsing fast.

A thousand words I never said

Turn into weight inside my chest.

I hit “save” instead of “go,”

I stay “someday” instead of “close.”

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

And now the page is tearing back.

Yeah— I been living in the margins, pencil lines and maybe-somethings,

Typing “love you” then I backspace like my heart don’t mean nothin’.

I rehearse the brave in silence, make a speech I never say,

‘Cause commitment feels like fallin’ and I hate to feel the weight.

Inbox full of unsent truths, “save as” versions of my name,

I keep polish on the outside while the inside rusts in pain.

If I hit send, it’s a bullet — if I don’t, it’s slow decay,

So I’m done with being pending… I’m uploading my mistakes.

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

Unsent, unsigned, collapsing fast.

But tonight I let the letters burn,

I let my fear become a path.

I hit “go” and let it hurt,

I let the moment leave a mark.

I kept my life in drafts, in drafts—

Not anymore… I’m breaking out.