Pen

This pen,
is the only thing that can truly understand,
in detail,
What I am feeling. 
For this pen is like a therapist,
it comforts me on my bad days,
and cheers me on in my times of victory.
It knows my lover and my friends,
My old crushes,
My painful childhood. 
It knows me fully.
It's the only thing that knows what terrorizes me,
and what makes me feel like I'm flying.
Sure my lover knows all these things,
But this pen,
This pen knows more.
For it has written miles upon miles of odes to my lovers and to my trauma.
This pen,
is one of the only things that knows me,
Inside and out.
For this pen,
is like my therapist.