dear diary,
i can't love you right anymore.
remember the day i crawled crying to your crowded shelf
and from the midst of poetry and prose; plucked a friend.
i wove a secret you and me tale
of death and destruction and bad hair days.
we were inseparable,
till i let him come between
till i began writing my heart on his skin and eyes.
i can't tell you anything anymore
i-- i am sorrier than you know.
don't forgive me;
forget.
