Monday was persistent energy and steady annoyance,
similar to the whine of an old motor.

Tuesday was venom dripping into sugar,
as biting words coated in carelessness stung in an unknown degree.

Wednesday was watching the cycle of the sky while paralyzed,
as my focus slips in and out of reality.

Thursday was inconsistent rain.
Violent, steady, refreshing, and cold.

Friday was heat burning behind my eyes,
mixed with paranoia and lethargy.

Have you made it yet?
Have you found what you are looking for?

You’re still lying.

I watch you in your yellow and your pigtails.
All you wanted was a Polaroid summer.

You got what you wanted,
people and all.

How did it turn out for you?
Positive? Better? Lovely?
At least that’s what you tell the world.

But I heard you talk about how tired you are.
I know the look of annoyance in your eyes.
I see that you don’t love him, that that passion is burning out.
And I feel your icy stare on us.
Knowing what’s going on that you can’t be a part of.

I watch the gears shift as you process what you have lost.
You compute how I have adapted.
And what all I have.

That sticky sweet is still there, except this time it isn’t malice.
It’s desperation.

Deep down I want the best for you.
I really do.
But I am ok now and you chose to walk always.
So I cannot use my carefully stored energy running after you.

I’m sorry that you don’t know happy,
Because I know that you are not.

I hope she makes you happy,
Because I see you.
Stressing to convince yourself that she is what you need.

I feel how hard you are pushing.
Trying to force everything to fit in the small holes in your heart.

What you don’t realize is that they are pinholes of starlight.
However, you see them as black holes.
But the thing about black holes is that they will never be filled.

I hear the tones in your laughter.
Sharp.
Hard.
Forced.

What used to be bubbly from your chest is now squealing from your nose,
Rising in pitch with every second.
The legato that was once your voice is now biting staccato.

I see your face changing.
The fire in your eyes is gone,
And it is replaced with tension in your jaw.
with a sticky, dripping smile.
It’s so sweet and artificial that I feel sick.

I become exhausted as I watch you strain,
Forcing yourself to believe that this is right.
I hear the strain as you lie.
The tone in your voice whines as your mouth struggles to shape unfamiliar words.

You try to drown out the warning bells with frills and complements.
But I know you.
And I know that you find peace in silence.
And I know that your face aches with the forced emotions.
And I know that your vocal chords are strained with someone else’s voice.
And I know that your mind hurts as you try to replace it with something else.
And I know that your heart hurts as it tears under the weight of it all.

Despite it all,
I love you.
I hope that she fulfills you,
Because I know that she hasn’t yet.

I pray that you are happy,
because I know that you are not.