if i am a day of the week can i please be tuesday?

spend summer

grieving over grief

and dancing alone in a room that isnt yours;

in a love that isn’t yours,

in a world that isn’t yours,

in a body that isn’t yours.

grasp Time tighter

and gasp

in some (false) surprise

that it runs away even

faster.

it ceases to be yours

it ceases to be mine.

healing is painful

healing hurts

and sometimes forgiveness

is nothing except a

hand held and silent tears.

godspeed

we all carry

the broken wings

of some childhood

promise,

godspeed

i’ll change my hair again

i’ll bleach it

and colour it

and trim it,

trying desperately to clear my eyes.

vision? // vision

even with seven days

in the week,

i think i’ll always be tuesday.

start monday or sunday,

my heart tends

to tuesday

as i

tend to myself.