Dear Diary,

My tasty achy pains

Are rushing up to the surface

My hopeless drainings

Are bouncing around my core

My stirring thoughts

Only I can understand them

You calm me so, hold me again

But not right now. Not while I’m mad darling

Only when I’m old and perfect again

Not a new fear. Not another one.

Can’t live with all this shivering, I say

Can’t live with all these baddy-bad thoughts

This loneliness is mine. Only I can kiss it’s

Hot head. Warm and supple each morning.

No room for you. Sorry