Journaling

I’ve told a journal how I feel about you,
out of fear of how you’d react
in the event of telling you.

Through past experiences, the happiest
times I’ve had occurred when I kept them
to myself.

I’ve told this journal everything about you,
and we’ve traveled page after page
in endless vacation
how we’ve experienced things we both thought
we’d never experience.

How the food you normally scrunch your nose up at
turned out to be some of the best things
you ever tasted
and how badly I wanted to be laid out on that plate,
to be the reason you sit back and undo
the top button on your jeans,
the reason you tell your friends to come visit,
your return trip back.

I’ve told a journal how I feel about you,
out of fear of how you’d react.

Once I tell you, the you that I’ve come
to know and love will no longer exist,
and all I’ll have is another journal entry.