Dear diary,
So many things I yearn to say
My thoughts can never escape your page
I long to tell you everything
But I can't even meet your metaphorical eye
when i picture you asking how I've been

Dear diary
Strange, strange, fickle me
It's not lost on you, the lies i breathe through inky-white knuckles & stupidly clenched teeth
But how could I ever l admit to
you, diary
A blank, unmarred slate- a new start
What I have yet to admit,
within my emoticon-romanticised, hopeless, heart?