we have this symbolic relationship, I laugh and I cry, I giggle and I sigh. but I qualify without judgement every single time.

I weep and I terrify, but he is the only one can take it .

my Joy, my Sorrow, my journal borrows

I expect everyone to get agitated but this one, he never seems to.

I write and I pour, I soften and I make sore. But he never seems to fill up all the way to the top

my Joy my Sorrow my journal borrows

and so this is how the one and only one sided relationship that I will always be happy for is with my soulmate, my muse, my journal, my excuse.