I miss you less
and less
every day.
It's good but
also sad.
But it has
to be like this.

Tired physically.
Tired emotionally.
Tired of *******.
Tired of money.
Tired of ****** drivers.
Tired of ****** people.
Tired of headaches.
Tired of back pains.
Tired of anxiety.
Tired of depression.
But most of all,
I'm just tired of being tired.

I don't speak too much
But I read the news
Everyday

Which is where I've learned how

To expertly phrase
The few things I say
Everyday

I fall in love everyday.
Either on the bus,
Or on the subway.

Each day I fly far
from the nest.
Through commerce,
through industry --
consumers of
human identity,
I pass unnoticed
as if a shadow
in a forest.

My body lifts,
made strong by your song,
and the fire

building in me flaring in my carrying me
                                                                         back
feathers intact from
the cracked cement
and metal, bent --
the brambles that creep
on our bodies in sleep.

Everyday
I see you walking down the halls casually
and we look opposite directions
everyday
as you are walking down the hall I know where you are going
I've memorized your clases.
Everyday
I wonder what things would be like if you hadn't changed your mind
and I would run up to you and tell you how my day is going and laugh
Everyday
I see you with a different girl
and everyday
it never gets easier
and sometimes I forget how to walk.

Everyday
before school,
I think of what you would want me to wear
and what you would want me to say
and what you want me to do
but I never let myself let you win
because
Everyday
you have put me through misery

Another sleepless night
Feeling the day wasted
No woman, just frustrated
A thirst unsatisfied

Tossing and turning
Sheets are now burning
The trapped heat
Making the surface

Drifting now
Wished to be
On an island
Away from everyone

Sun slaps again
Another day suffering
To taste the end
Is defeat accepted