It does not matter that it is me.
Although I look for you in everyone I see.

Monday, we are lovers
Tuesday, we are complete strangers
Wednesday, you are so nice
Thursday, you are like a devil in disguise
Friday, I want us to be well
Saturday, all you do is yell
Sunday*, we are starting to fall—

I just don't get you at all!

Tick
Tick
Tock
the endless trash of shallow minds
the proceeding clack of dullest desire
long since past;
the need for life.
I lie awake
I count my strife

Dark gas erupts from unnamed faces
they aim for views;
they live for you.
regurgitating facts and lies and worse
tricolons of power in echoing verse
Oh fill my cavernous space with smiles!
empty your dam of "alive" on me
make me wish on wishful schemes
Just stop this monotonous trash
this meaningless hash
of forgotten aims
what we work for; who to blame

Just give me something to admire.