Poetic Bipolar Mind

Letters That Never Return

Kiana Jimenez

August 29, 2025

I never know what to say.

A memory of longing decays,

Splintering in my chest,

Its edges are sharper with each breath.

Putting my love on paper doesn’t take it away—

It amplifies the sting,

Like salt on a wound,

I can’t help but reopen.

Moving on feels like an infection,

Spreading through the open cavity of my being.

You read my words as if you understand,

But I’m lost.

I’m adrift in the memory of what could have been,

Trying to gather the shattered pieces of myself.

Empty, I dance,

A shadow whisked into the void.

The dream’s ending, a fevered waking,

A plea unanswered.

My feelings spilled out,

But they are never caught.

I give them freely,

Still, they vanish into silence,

Like letters of longing sent into the abyss,

Never to be returned.

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