.my.best.friend.

pages
and pages
and pages,
books once empty
now filled
from cover to cover,
injured spine
and deteriorating loose leaf
papers
with scribbles and garbage and weird
jargon
and slang
and total random thoughts and
secrets,
secrets no one
is allowed to know,
but you, little red book.
holding my secrets,
housing my thoughts,
on your pages, and pages,
on every line, a word that comes
straight from my heart.
how I need you
on these lonesome nights,
my cheeks covered
in tears, and a pen
in my hand.
to you I dispensed my
pain and sorrows,
and from cover you cover,
you caressed my heart.
closing the book,
all is safe and secure.
I trust
and love
no one
but you.

November 6, 2005