diary of sin

 
sadness dwells and I with it
in my marrow, sorrow keeps
melancholy feeling I will never be enough

my soul longs but falls short
to be measured by stars and broken promises
my thoughts reach and I fall

It isn't enough to be broken
fragile bits of dust and porcelain
threatening to crumble

my memories shelter there
where it is dark and safe
utterances of grief cannot reach

still I weep
holding myself tight to dreams
Constructing foundations of paper planes
that soar for a moment
then crash into my reality

spilling my emotions
into my diary of sin
knowing it doesn't count as redemption