Twenty six letters of the alphabet
only exist. That's all I got in this life
and I know this couldn't get any
better. I use them wisely for they
are limited , creating the best of
writes with them. While I caress
the letters that spell out his name
just the same way his hands do when
they make their way down to my delicate
hips, unzipping the back of my black short
dress. What I'm saying does not sound insane.
For his love is the reason of why the ink mixes
within these thin shy veins. Causing the letters
to scream out free of pain forming words and
leaking out on the diaries blank page. Leaving
me with nothing but the feeling of never being
the same again* ~