Dear Diary, Don’t Forget Me

Dear Diary, please don’t forget about me even though the present is still distant from me because my mind would rather be elsewhere instead of here. 

Dear Diary, I hope you know that love does not come easy for me because I would rather see who is going to be loyal to me and not just up and leave me.

Dear Diary, the present me can’t seem to get past the fact of what is going to happen in the future because I would rather romanticize what is to come than what is happening in the now.

Dear Diary, I know that holding on to a love story is like holding onto a piece of the puzzle that will never be solved, but when someone who has my heart never leaves my mind, they are pretty hard to forget.

Dear Diary, the present may hold me here but I am still not convinced I am here because I am still stuck in the same place as I was before.

Dear Diary, I may love the one I had to leave behind but I would rather be happy with someone else who I know I will never have to leave. 

It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!

Dear Diary, Teardrops on Blurred Glass

Dear Diary, I hope you never forget about me and what we had because I know that I never forgot about the teardrops that I cried and how it felt to hug you and to feel secure with you and now I am stuck on the fact that I cannot help but miss you even though you may not see the whole picture now because you are blind by the blurred lines of the glass even though the roses already had fallen down and left the tears on the ground along with the scars of the past.

Dear Diary, I hope you find the resourceful mind to create social media because that is the only way you are going to get into contact with me and whether you like it or not there is no getting out of it because even though you want to be stubborn about it and take a different route I am tired of everyone taking shortcuts to my heart when they cannot seem to find me on the GPS.

Dear Diary, why is it so hard to find a love to love me? Am I really that naïve to not find a love that is worthy of my heart and for someone so easily to take it and not to give it back after they are throwing it away like trash they must have gone and lost their mind to waste my heart like that.

Dear Diary, I don’t why you can’t just tell me why you’re not taking the time to contact me when all you claim is that you miss me I wish that the day went better when we were last together but if I keep on staying in that same place that keeps popping up in my head every day and I know maybe you will not go to the reunion to see me because you would rather leave that part of you with me and the fact that sometimes it feels like you hated me and I don’t know about now if it would be any different I am not sure because I have not seen you yet and you never wanted to communicate with me in person you may say one thing but then it’s another and you get mad at me when I tell you I am seeking other options I wish you would just understand that I have to live for me not for you like I was doing in High School I used to feel guilty if other people were interested in me and I used to feel like I was doing something wrong or deceiving you when all it was just because I had strong feelings for you I didn’t feel you wanted to hear and yes sometimes it would seem like we were on two different pages but now I seeing that we are doing the same thing and I hope you can make a choice on what you want and I know you may think that I don’t want you and I believing that I shouldn’t because you have kept me waiting all this time for a love or friendship that doesn’t seem like it is every going to happen I just wish I didn’t have to fall for someone else just for you to get the picture because for right now I was only looking for one person but now I am trying to open my mind to more and it may not be a relationship but it may be more about me and who I want to be and I know that honesty is the best policy which is hard for me to say out loud which is why I am writing it all down I know I may not have a clue how you feel about me because you won’t answer me I deserve to know before I put my heart out to someone else I just want you to be honest with yourself and with me because even though I may not know how to make that my priority I know that is the best policy.

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Resourceful

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Honesty

Dear Diary, Lock it, Like a Locket

Dear Diary,

Lock it, Like a Locket

Lock and Key

The love is security

No password, No entry

Locked in pages

Ripped in lines

No spaces, complete lines.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Secrets in my mind

I hope no one sees it

I stash it underneath my pillow.

My Dear Diary

Lock it, Like a Locket

I hope no one knows the pages

I write my secrets on.

Lock it, Like a Locket

My tears become my jar of hearts

No remorse on these lines

Just the paper cuts of scars

Where tears left their watermark

Visibility blurred I am no longer conscious

Thoughts have been switched to mind control

I only hope my diary is safe

Because I would hate for those secrets to be exposed.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Time out, whodunit?

Someone stole my diary, who’s the culprit?

Footprints left a trace of roses and petals

Where his ring became my paper cuts of scars

If only his lips didn’t turn those roses into poisonous thorns.

Lock it, Like a Locket

I am can almost taste the glass on his lips

that has now hit me like shards of quicksand

he would rather play a game than to bite his tongue.

Lock it, Like a Locket

Either give me back my diary

Or you’ll have to lose the glass

That unlocks the key

To the biggest secret of all

My heart

Which is why I lock it, like a locket.

Writer’s Workshop Prompts for April 18, 2024

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