"NIGHT CONFESSION"

I am honest with my pen,

but not as much when I speak

If you ask me how I am doing,

I’d say; everything is fine,

it seems

But when my eyes won't shut

in the dead of night,

I pour ink on paper

and it writes;

I wish I could return

to a time when my heart

had not known what it was

to be whole

to not have tasted loneliness,

though I had always

been alone

I wish to never recognize

this void that fills my mind

with echoes of sweet memories

and painful realization