My Dear Diary,
I feel like I don't talk to you anymore,
Like my life has taken a different path...
One where my thoughts can't be conveyed with words.
It's not that I don't still need you...
More like I need you now more than ever,
But I just don't know how to tell you that it's true.
See, there's this boy that stole my heart,
You remember the story, remember the lyrics I cried...
It's the same boy, which makes falling for him twice as hard.
My Dear Diary,
You're furious with me, I can tell...
I don't remember this stony silence so like a wall,
Built up with concrete and granite that can't spell out betrayal.
But it's not my fault, I promise,
I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear it...
But he smiled, and I laughed, and it made me reminisce.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
I don't know what words I can say to make this better,
I want it to pass, but I don't want it to end, I'm worried.
My Dear Diary,
For once, can't you break the rules and tell me...
What is it, exactly, do you expect me to do about it,
Have a chat with my heart, because she always disagrees.
Break your vow of eternal silence, do it,
And tell her that what she says is foolish nonsense...
Love is just a game that the dreamers want to play with.
Remind her, Diary, that she had her chance...
And she blew it, told that other heart to leave her alone,
That it wasn't right, they weren't the same, and that was that.
My Dear Diary, I'm sorry but if you wouldn't mind,
Could you hang around a little longer, keep yourself available...
I have this funny feeling that you'll be catching tears in no time.
Author notes
My heart is an IDIOT, plain and simple.
Britt MIGHT remember what this is about,
But I don't think anyone else does, and
Frankly... I might wanna keep it that way
After all, like I said, it's hopeless
My own fault that it ended in the first place
No way he'll want to come back to me
I'm even more impossible than back then
And he can do a lot better than the likes of me
I never deserved to pretend I deserved him to begin with
I'll be the first to admit the truth:
He's just way too good for the me.
You know the drill-- keep it professional, keep it honest
Comments
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Beautiful!
I like the way this was set up. The sadness and lost love really come out, which is amazing. Sometimes giving up is the best, thats what I do. Still, captivating and wonderful!
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Beautiful I loved this the whole poem was such a passionate powerful metaphor and I loved the title and they repetition of that line such a great poem, keep up the great work xx
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