You prised me open
Pages and pages that were stuck together
Like opening a letter, you tore me apart
From the stories that were bound together in me
Like webs of intricate secrecy

I was my diary, my heart my closet
Where the skeletons lay unseen, for years at rest
Then you came along and opened my dark corners
Opened the gates to the secretly guarded treasures in my chest

You did not like the ink in the pages
The stories they told, the people they embraced
In blood and memories, in emotions and opinions
You opened a book you never should have

You threw me away, shelved me
Because there'd be one less plot line
To lose your sleep over
Wondering where my stories would end
And how they'd end with you

My soul's legends and lore
Shall remain closed forevermore
And the next curious reader that comes along
Will rest in knowing this:

Ignorance is bliss