Just makes me think. The irony for me is incredible. Tell me what you think. Who do you think its by and who do you think its about?

Dear Diary,

He gave his word he’d be there, and then wasn’t.
He promised me he’d never leave, and then left.
He swore he’d never forget, and then forgot.

My heart flinches at the sound of his name.
My soul cringes away from it written on paper.
My mind simply calls him J to ease the pain.

If he only saw through my battle weary guise.
If he just looked into my eyes and saw the truth.
If he simply took the time to talk to me.

Maybe he would understand how I felt.
Maybe he would know what it was like.
Maybe he would appreciate what he put my heart through.

But he won’t, because he never did, he never does, and he never will.

I should hate him, but I love him.
I should loath him, but I adore him.
I am stuck on him.

Just once I wish someone would see the real me; the real me who’s been hiding away all this time, afraid of the dark, afraid of the light, afraid of her own emotions.

I guess I can hide away a little longer.

Because I just can’t move on.

~R