I type and backspace type and backspace until I take back the words that were left unsaid for the times i couldn't take back the words i couldn't say i click and delete click and delete these pictures until i stack them with stories that were never read for the times the stories i was too blind to read
the words that have shared my burden the pictures that have hidden the stories an uncertainty arises that fills me with worries my head refills with dark shades and my ink fades i stop to write and start to ponder will the words fail like a crumpled paper or will it stay like a tattered picture book
my head starts to say more than words and soon i reach the word limit then the tired heart unfolds for the secrets that are to keep some things are better left as mysteries cause these secrets i can't hide from myself for this life doesn't have a backspace
"Tell me something so hurtful that I don't miss you forever." She said. "I never really loved you" He said. After so many time backspacing "I still love you."