dear diary

For he seems to be loving but so do the others that lurk with predatory hearts within the alleyways of the streets. His heart seems pure but his shadow shows otherwise. He is darkest light and the happiest misery. He makes me smile but then makes my heart bleed as though I act fine my heart is torn. For one piece belongs to him as the other clings desperately to the only dignity I have left. Can anyone find the love that I have hidden behind so many doors and locks. For my fear is he will make me push my feeling of love further back until no one can ever see it again.