Dear Diary I

I’m back again with a bitter notions,
Staring at the screen with an embitter emotions,
Giving you words with simple harmonic motions,
Dear diary, this is my confession put in texture,
I can express to you without receiving any lecture,
So please hold me, while I hold you tightly,
I keep bleeding on this paper, while pleading guilty,
For not giving him hundred percent effort,
Even though I felt the comfort yet I felt the extort,
Confused and defused at the same time,
Bitter and sweet in the same line,
I can imagine sleeping on your lap while I take a nap,
Killed my imagination by falling in an apparent trap,
I’m not mad yet not glad, but sad about whatever you two had,
I wish we could have gone far, but it’s too bad,
Keep friends close but keep your enemies closer is what you said,
So I keep you closer as I keep her close,
I’m cheating you with my poetry, and “I love what I compose”