Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY

Entry Thirty Eight

Dear Diary,

you walk in the hall, thinking you're one of a kind
that may be true, but you also might find-
it's not for the reasons you once hoped for
because in this reality, your waves crash before the shore.

what makes you think you can text me out of the blue ?
after all the endless nights you put me through?
do you need a reminder, you broke every dish.
making me believe you've been my dieing wish

if only i has woken up sooner, the sky wouldn't be grey
i sat through empty conversations with nothing to say
and you let it happen, you worshiped my silence
did not know at the time you would use this for violence.

but my scars are finally healed, and so am I
i've realized now i don't need a goodbye

i want to know, does it kill you like it kills me?
thinking about all the things we used to be?