Diary Mistress Poem by Kaytee Zephyr

So, this is my last entry
My final goodbye's
You need a pen and paper-rolling
So, you must document our lies

Keep the pages turning
In a world that we call hate -
I hate to love
But, loved to you hate you

And I wont say a single word
We made a rash decision but,
Kept our words

So, mister...
Its a question of reality
We need an answer now to this cure
It spreads just like a disease
And I feel weakened to the knees
We just need a cure...

As I dropp down low - my palms,
They sweat into the asphalt
Theres an awkward settling sound
That keeps filling up my ears

And I made friends with the wind
They know how I feel
It's a feeling to be felt
But not heard

So, this is my last entry
My final goodbye's
You need a pen and paper-rolling
So, you must document our lies