Dear Diary, oops, my bad

Dear Diary,

oops, my bad

I thought you were the one

but I guess that was my bad.

oops, my bad

I dodged a bullet on that one

I must have crossed the line.

oops, my bad

I must have locked the keys

to that box of memory.

oops, my bad

I must have packed the wrong pens and paper

left dry with ink

no words

no vice

just love and misery

oops, my bad

Dear Diary.

dVerse Poetics – Maggie Smith and Conversational Mode of Address