A partial ode to my dear dead diary.
I recently flipped through my old diary pages Read a thousand emotions, breaking dread phrases Embossed with so many memories My dear diary and my best friend's reiteration Telling her everything like did you know what happened? Few dried pages, few ink smudges from the tears A scattered rose sits in the middle Some subtle expressions of buried insecurities and pain A few cryptic memories of how things were good Praising myself for my strength Sniveling about how cruel the world is I chose these moments to write in you The moment you took all of my pain The moment we shared all the secrets The moment you conceal my insecurities The moment when I last wrote in you Once again, I'm holding the pen today I tried to fill in the unfinished shredded pages As memories flashed before my eyes, A second glance at it and I decided not to If I ever complete you again, it may not be the same Time has passed and much has changed For a certain reason, I thought It’s b...