Saturday’s
i love you like saturdays
calling you my better days
my homey days
my happy days
thanking you for brighter days
slipping in and out of you like patterned ways
like destined heartbreaks
some days it’s just “okays”
off balance on your rough terrain
always crashing into each other like constant waves
i always tried so hard to find us any waterways
begging for you to stay- what a waste
but there were none, you just watched me stumble and forget my lines for you like a character in your favorite play
and i craved something new, different from all i knew, escape from your constant fey
but you moisturized my skin like ocean spray
warmed me up like the first sip of coffee and nostalgia in a vintage cafe
you always said you liked the way i frayed
as if for you, i laid
like wildflowers in a vase, an uncontrollable bouquet
but you said it like it was memorized, like lyrics you made
embedded in your brain that will never go away
constantly on replay
like every single cliche
and our summer days soon washed away
like disappearing sunrays
and nights on Sunday's
forgetting all my today’s
because I’m still stuck in all our yesterdays
where you still remained
but now after you, in my after days
no longer captivated by your hoaxing daze no longer stuck playing your hocus-pocus of a game
there we lay in what i now name
my saddest days
my colder days
my rainy days
my lonesome days
my replenished days
my never finished days
my better days
wishing you never came
so i could forget you like a friend you said you’d never betray
so i wouldn’t obsess over what could have been, like how much i weigh
never want you like Monday’s
never long at dawn, awaiting for you like Friday’s
never go back to you nightly, like paradise bays
as if it pays to call out your name
getting lost in your inescapable maze
but now i must leave this sublime phase
forget your lying face
only relish in evoking saudade
now reflecting in my autumn days
letting go of what once were, our days
-i no longer count the days
