Days in a week

I dread Mondays
Not because it comes so fast
But simply that it is a day everyone hates.
Tuesdays most often like others,
Starts with smells of lilies and hope
Heavily brewed into my Wednesday morning
Coffee, like you
Strong and black,
Consuming me like a wild fire yet refreshing.
Thursday, I’ll live in regrets of who i am to become
A shadow soul living in a matrix
I can swear that this one will be different
This Friday,
I will drink a little harder than i loved you
The bottles won’t hurt as much as you leaving me behind.
After a glass or 13shots,
I’ll call in for you
My favourite escape, the one who isn’t made for me but has made me.
I will retire into you
Where my sadness blooms and fades into ecstasy.
Find me in between euphoria and LSD
Saturday i will reminisce the good, short-lived hours of our night before
I’ll bask in the glory of what we made.
Lead me not into temptation, Sunday
I have become the person i hate the most
Guilt has my throat caught
I will burn sage
Light up candles
Meditate and chant.
I will keep the demons away and fast while i pray.
Act on a cleanse,
Just so i can go back to who i am over and over again.

Hypermind