tuesday

i wish i could say that
today was better than the last
but really it was worse
much worse
and it came to the point
where i was walking down
the street and i realized
all the potential i had wasted
so much potential
all the things i could've said
all the things i could've done
it all plays out easier in your mind
than in your fingers
but i vowed not to let myself walk
the same way tomorrow

the harshness (the looks i gained)
those hours were so crisscrossing (how could you look at me like that and not continue) and
all the not close everyones (i don't understand) picked out my glumness with a glance and asked
me what was (what's wrong with you?) wrong to which i replied
nothing because it is so much easier not
to burden others with our words and keep it all inside
(what goes on inside your head?) though niceties brush my
sides like willow branches and push me forward
they could not untangle my head from my feet and my
heart from my hands