Console Me

The rising sun creeps through her window, Placing a kiss on her cheek. She awakens. Stretching her arms and limbs, Her body moves in harmony while Trying to loosen the grasp of the sheets from where she laid. Balancing onto her feet, She staggers to the lonely kitchen table Where her diary awaits her. The tulip pen burrows itself in her grasp, Begging her to write. Her soft hand moves swiftly across the page, Reciting her intimate night, yet again, With another stranger. Tears roll down her face, As she reminisces the pain She inflicts upon her heart. She is alone.