monday: i saw your angel (or was it a ghost?) walking to leo. tuesday: she won’t leave my bed and i don’t know how to politely tell her to leave. wednesday: i ******* hate wednesdays. thursday: i bought you a drink at the bar and told you my story about my summer and you simply cried. but all i could think about was the cranberry and ***** that was in your hand and i couldn’t help but wonder if she liked that drink as well. friday: you sat next to me in chemistry and my professor lectured about relationships and how chemistry is the devil in jeans and a kanye t-shirt. saturday: i can’t sleep knowing you’re doing better than me and your ghost won’t stop crying now. sunday**: i drove my car seven hundred and twenty miles on the interstate hoping that she’d let go of my neck.