My Human Journal

I miss having those times of being alone.
I'd sit there with my headphones in my phone.
I'd enjoy the music and write all night.
Now I"m never alone to think or write.

The words don't come because my mind's clear.
I'm not used to someone always being here.
My thoughts go to him rather than the paper.
He's the giver and it seems I'm the taker.

I still think of the other with a broken heart.
He lays there and listens from the very start.
He takes all the anger I have for someone else.
He doens't know I feel better than I ever felt.

I feel like I actually have a place I belong.
I have a guy that will stay for so long.
A guy who listens to me.
A guy I actually believe.

Instead of paper, I cry on his chest.
Instead of the right, he's on the left.
He holds me close and makes the pain deteriorate.
He's my Batman with his gadgets and bat cape.

He saves me from fear and depression.
He's the teacher with the best lesson.
I know him and I are eternal.
He's my own little human journal.

I fill him up, but I never throw him away.
He doesn't care when I have so much to say.
I let it out without cramping up my hand.
Right beside him is where I'll always stand.