the brightest day


friday i talk to lovesick strangers in bars about you

saturday i try to figure out how I’ve been breathing without you
sunday I put feathers in my hair and jump around in flower fields to Lana Del Rey songs
on the brightest blackest day God every created
monday i smile and swear off my bad habits
tuesday i plant flowers and meditate
wednesday i am writing and ignoring calls
thursday i think i’ve undone you from my skin

but here comes friday again and again.


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