It’s a Thursday night and you are out with your friends having the time of your life. I hope the drinks taste better than the reality of leaving. It’s a Friday night and I’m trying to figure out which drink is enough to get you off my mind. Whiskey and tequila don’t work, apparently. It’s a Saturday night and you’re too busy drowning yourself in drinks to tell me why you couldn’t drown yourself in me anymore. It’s a Sunday morning and your usual good morning angel text hasn’t come in. Today makes 6 days in a row since you have sent them. It’s Monday afternoon and I can’t stop thinking of all the promises we had. I took them seriously. I took them to the grave. Did you? It’s Tuesday night. You’re not doing anything special, class was long and boring today. You scroll through our messages looking for the same spark you originally had and you sigh when you realize it’s no where to be found. It’s Wednesday night and I’m trying to do everything in my power to get you off my mind. A world without you is dull, but it will regain it’s spark soon. I will fall in love with flowers you never knew I liked and paint myself into something beautiful. Something lovely. Something radiant.
Week one without you.
