"ENTRY 132"

dear diary, i know we dont talk, nor are we supposed to,

but without you, i seriously don't know what to do.

every item you gave me i sleep with at night

and think of you as i hold them tight

forever missing the warm, safe feeling you gave

as you kissed me with those soft lips i always craved

i miss the feeling of your fingernails caressing my hand as we held

when my stomach fluttered and my throat began to swell

that cozy smell you left

that comfortable smell of basil and lemon zest

i imagine lying on your warm body

yet when i think of you, my vision begins to go foggy

i remember everything you hated 

and then it comes back to me that we are fated

your beautiful eyes, charming smile

if only you knew how i think of you, you'd think I was vile