A new day with the old diary.
For the first time,
She wrote nothing.
No stories to share,
No pages to write.
"Yes!" she shouted at the mirror.
"Yes, I love him."
She couldn't get up from that horror,
Couldn't even leave her bed.
Was it her isolation,
Or was it his voice
Making her want to cry instead?
As time passed,
She moved into a new house, of course,
With no plans from the past to wish for.
She carried all the guilt,
All the wrong thoughts,
All the remorse.
Busy with her work,
She forgot what was buried in her core.
All she wanted in that moment was no one.
She wished for love no more.
Seeing good in others,
With no questions, no doubts,
With the closet finally gone,
And nowhere left to hide.
Half of her life
And all of her soul
Were cornered with nothing left to ask.
No face to kiss,
Her chest feeling cold.
Never showing her suffering,
She never took off the mask.
All she could be
Was bold and beautiful.
She never blamed him
For being the reason behind her lost spark.
She simply made the deep scars disappear,
Hiding them beneath her skin,
And carried a heart full of stitches,
Still covered in his marks.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Diary She Never Finished - Part II
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