Dear Diary (Poetry)

Face to face with the page
like it might be my mother
I can ask its advice
on those questions a lover
might find too disturbing
or simply perverse
but this quiet piece of paper
has probably heard worse

I’m pouring my heart out
saying just what I mean
I’m leaving no part out
no gaps inbetween
it’s honest and truthful
it cuts to the bone
and nobody can hear me
we’re completely alone

I have filled all the spaces
written down every line
and I feel a bit better
for taking the time
offloading my problems
and I’ve had quite a few
now the page has advised me
to finish with you

If I talk to myself
it’s not clear what I say
I don’t hear that small voice
something gets in the way
when I tell my dear diary
what thoughts have occurred
she saves every secret
for mum’s the last word

So I visit it daily
being keen to confide
and confess to no other
what I might have denied
for without it I’d never
have talked the thing through
and I’m blaming my diary
that it’s over with you