Beautiful Havoc

The Unsent Letter

I have nothing to say,
to you or her or them,
but my mind is filled
with every possibility.

So I wrote my feelings,
onto paper and re-read it,
over and over and over--
you never read it.

I watch now, as you kiss
her smiling lips in the hall,
and curse my inner fear
for not allowing it to reach you.

For not allowing your captivating eyes
to see the beauty of the written words,
and for not allowing your hands to hold
the wrinkled paper I held dear.

So here I stand--
watching and envying the girl;
I never was and never will
become her.