Secret Diary

Photo Credit: Lover-and-the-Wild

I’m always in my head,
always trapped
in my own thoughts,
and you expected the truth,
for me to say
all those mixed up ideas,
to explain,
to attempt to understand,
and I miss that already.

I’ve lost something
I didn’t even know I needed,
so I mourn because I miss you
and how you make me feel

a little important,
a little necessary,
a little special

because I’ve never been
even a little special.

What we had was my release,
the place where I’d write
all my quiet and rage,
all my fear and pain,
but you’ve gone now,
and I’ve lost my friend too.
You were my secret diary
and now I’ve lost the key.

~ Patience

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