Dear Diary,
Can you please keep a secret?
I drive through a dark road
With headlights off.
I feel abandoned. Lonely.
I feel pain.
Pain of being a deserted grain
Of wind blowing right through my ears.
Pain of not being able to tell her
How much I actually love her.
Still. Still.
How I will always love her.
Dilapidated buildings call me
To build a home in them.
I feel like I lost her to a trend.
Mine, lost in a cocktail of antidepressants,
Wishing for recovery
From my state of being,
From my state of being away from you.
I owe you a poem, dear Diary,
For keeping this between us.
How I drink in my own misery.
I am blocked as a woman
From singing her lullabies
Of love, heart to heart.
I swim in my beer tonight
While I pen down my own serenade.
Please keep this a secret.
Or not. From her.