Digital Diary

her piece of mind

This one isn’t about you

Dear Diary, 

Today i felt everything 

Felt every emotion i thought receded burn through me 

Picked and chose what nerve to strike next 

Poked and prodded in my brain until the words poured and left skin scorched 

Today i cried 

Cried into the bathroom floor until it caved in and engulfed me 

And it felt nice to be wanted 

To feel the floorboards bend around my core and hold me 

Something ive longed for since the day i was born 

Today i woke up to an empty room 

And i swore it looked just like yours 

But the walls were stained with regret 

And somehow i think this is all my fault 

For expecting the sweet hum of bees 

When all I’ve ever gotten is stung 

Because loneliness lives coiled around bones

Dear Diary 

Have you ever heard the crash before the fall 

Learned to cater to wounds without first having to examine for missing limbs because i have 

Dear diary 

This one isn’t about you except of course it is 

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