Dear Diary

I promise I wouldn’t call this idiot
not a single word will my tongue utter.
Lately, his thoughts put me on the cliff edge
if I fall into this anger, he’d swim in tears.
I didn’t friend you for this
I didn’t house you for troubles
why do you descend my mind to pain,
to sink me deep into this nuance.
So I have decided you will rot in jail.
You knew me before, people change like the sky above.

Ruddapoet