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The Week (Sometimes)

Monday's..i step forward with my hopes all high and my best cards up my sleeves...everything seems possible...everything seems okay...and just when i have almost believed that...it all comes crashing down...
Smashed and sloshed...my spirit spills out..and my body feels like a distorted mass of protoplasm.

Tuesday's..i understand where i went wrong on monday...still a little numb from falling...i try once again keeping the mistakes of monday in mind. Tuesday is more analytical more objective.Tuesday gets work done...making me think that may be yesterday was just a bad day.

Wednesday's..i get sick of the good days and bad days...i get lost halfway in between..i get confused...enemy or friend...falling in love or getting over..i cant decide..which way to ride or weather to cross the roads and if now is the time.

Thursday's..the most jealous day...tired and blue..hateful and cursing...a wait for Friday..

Friday's...are good..plan how i get healed of the damage done in the week...plans which digest what i took in..cleansing of the remnant shreds of soul.

Saturday's ...i live to prove things are not as bad as they seem...i live to prove them wrong...and to prove to myself that i'm still there...barely alive...barely myself..but I'm still there.

Sunday's...are short like the wink of an eye...an apologetic hug cause it knows I'm going to have to go again there again on Monday...Sunday is my friend that i always wished my lover was more like...but i can't fall in love with him...don't know why.

Waiting

I am waiting
Waiting for the day when you walk down a busy street and all you can think about is me
Waiting for the day when you start missing me in a room filled with your favorite friends
Waiting for the day when you realize that all the girls you keep finding me in are not really me
Waiting for the day when you can’t focus on the work you love so much because of me
Waiting for the day when you start feeling me in the soft morning sunshine
Waiting for the day when you start feeling me in the wind that runs through your hair
Waiting for the day you start singing your favorite love song in your heart for me
Waiting for the day when you put talking to me on top of your list of important things to do

I am waiting
For you to see me
The way I see you.

I am waiting.

I asked my God about you today.
He said you were okay.
He said that He'd take care of you.
He said that He'd do something about it.
So don't worry...we're in excellent hands.

Regret

Even on my worst days
the only real regret i have in life,
is that i didn't hug you when i had the chance to

You see i had broken everything i had touched before
and i didn't want to break you.

They later told me,I broke you anyway.