Unsent Messages

I type the words, then I hit delete. Letters like leaves falling at my feet. These drafts, a confession, too raw, Too real. Too scared to send, too afraid to reveal. So I save them as notes in a folder Named "Maybe," Where all my truths lie, half-formed and shaky. Unsent messages, you're my silent Songs, echoing loud Where I fear to wrong. Unsent messages, A weight I hold. In your silence, I'm both brave and cold. I reread the lines, trace the places I crossed Out. See the trembling letters I dared not send out. Now my phone glows dim, a screen full of Might-have-beens. But my heart still whispers, "Try Again." Love's not about perfection, it's about sending the Text. Even if your fingers shake, Even if you regret. Unsent messages, You're my silent song, Echoing loud Where I fear to wrong. Unsent messages, A weight I hold. In your silence, I'm both brave and cold.