pinkparkhorse
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Wow! This is incredibly moving. You are so gifted.The Ghost of the Unsent
It isn’t silence that ruins me.
It’s the words I almost gave you.
The I miss you burning holes in my chest.
The I adore you that claws at my throat -
a truth so sharp I fear it would drive you away.
So I erase.
Rewrite.
Erase again.
But the unsent never dies.
It hunts me.
Follows me into sleep.
A phantom pressing against my ribs,
a wound that refuses to close.
You will never read the words.
Yet they live inside me - feral, restless, unrelenting - until the day they break free.
And when they do -
they will not whisper.
They will not plead.
They will turn inward.
They will claw me open from the inside.
They will tear me apart for every moment
I chose fear over truth.
The ghost will not ruin you.
It will ruin only me.
And I will carry that destruction alone.
For every word I buried
will return as a curse -
etching its silence into my bones,
haunting each breath,
until I wither into nothing
but longing left unfinished.
And in the end,
you will forget me -
but I will never escape you.
(Reposted from The Art of Getting Lit Laid)