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August 4h
sunday
there's a cold frosted window against your hands, you let your breath fan out over the glass and lean your forehead against it, looking at the moon and knowing she's looking too but she's not thinking about you.

monday
there's a place you go to when you can't breathe; it's up on the roof and you lay on the concrete with your arms spread out and stare at the sun just like they always told you not to do.

tuesday
you wonder too often about blood and what it means when it drips down your arm to the floor, why it reminds you of her eyes when the words would rip out of her throat, and why it smells like her hair in the morning, and why every time it cuts into your skin all you can think of is her nails digging into your arms and the bruises it left behind.

wednesday
you can't breathe, your hands are shaking and the walls all look the same around here, and there are monsters on the ceiling, monsters with sharp teeth and strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes that remind you of the ocean.

thursday
you tried to write and everything was her name, scrawled on your thighs in red ink and running into the water and laced in your screams when the ground met your body.

friday
the white tile floor is cold. the nurses are cold. your arms are cold; you don't have sleeves to pull over your wrists anymore. they give you a phone, say you should call someone. you dial her number and wait as it rings. she never picks up.

saturday
she came today. burst through the door with a nothing-ever-happened smile and a daisy, just like she always used to. you still feel the hot outline of her lips on your forehead before you pushed her away and called for a nurse. her brow furrowed but you didn't fall for that look again. you're done falling for her.
rosie Apr 27
why plan the days?
when days aren't considered days
without you

when days are too much,
count the weeks.
a slower paced and a
happier checkpoint.
weekends are my favorite
Elle Vee Apr 20
One day,
I thought about you.
The next day,
I iust can't stop.
The day after that,
you haunt my dreams.
A week later,
My are around your lifeless body.
A week after that,
I found a new one,
And turned you to ashes.
Eliseatlife Feb 17
Time is what we want most
We all need it
But time never waits
Time never stops

Years
Months
Weeks
Days
Hours
Minutes
Seconds

Use them
Live
Time is now
Nova Dec 2019
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
Orion Lesneski May 2019
Hurt me,
I’ll recover.

Call me a ****,
That works.

Call my phone,
You hear a dial tone.

Won’t answer,
You treat me like a taxi driver.
Philomena Mar 2019
He truly is everything that I have loved
And as days turn to weeks
And weeks into months
Time is running shorter and shorter
I'm not ready to be alone again
I need you
One more month till i'm out there on my own.
Austin Reed Feb 2019
Wrapped to our wrist
Pinned on our walls
Dawn till dusk
Time is always present
Before we were born and after we die
It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions
It’s of the essence
Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop
It flies by.
Days we spent angry
Hours dreading our jobs
Regrets and what could haves
We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were
I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time
Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick
Why should I
With the time I took to write this is now gone
I’ll be tired once morning comes
But I did what I wanted to with my time
Choose your time wisely
Because forever is unkind
Kurt Carman Sep 2018
It’s something I think about often,
Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess?

And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think.
Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.

These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute.
When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background.

Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning,
That life has granted me another day above the dirt.

Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox.
Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears.

This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
I often think about my ancestry. In my living room hangs a picture of my Great Grandfather Isaac. And each time I walk past it I tell him how much I love him. I look forward to meeting him one day. But until then I refuse to let my death consume me and I hope you don't either.
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