my secret secret journal

This journal has become the place where I let myself admit many things. The way their voice stays in my head. Out there, I keep my calm, my silence, but in here, I let myself write it all: Maybe I wanted to get back at her for not showing me her writings, but that may have backfired.

There’s something about them that I can’t stop writing about. It’s not just that they are pretty even though they are very pretty, I always heard when they wanted to describe how someone is beautiful they would say easy on the eyes, well, she is easy on eyes, ears and heart.