In my feelings

Letters I wrote

I have all these letters that I wrote,
but have not yet been sent.
Trying to find the courage to face you.
Nothing really makes sense.

Sitting here wondering if you still feel the same way for me too. (I hope you do).
All the pain that's in my chest.
Try to filled the void from all that was left unsaid.
I'm so heartbroken,
but I still hold space for you (Yes I do).

The stories I tell myself.
Filled with hopes and dreams of us - our future and memories we shared.
Now just left with scars and tears.

What do I do with all of these letters?
So precious to me, but meaningless now.
Words full of emotions and expressions.
There's no point in giving them to you.

Each one representing something special and different.
Once was happiness, but now became just a memory.
There's so much to say and yet nothing to say.