it is not monday
and there is no monday depression
no hollow bed for me
to sink like a ship inside its blue sheets

there is no water but still an ocean
birds with whom i must still contend

do you know what it's like
to wear real scars amongst the false?
the ring of countenance unbearable
but you are so lovely,
did you know?
did you know that i will never know
anything worth knowing,
i will never believe you when you love me,
never understand why you'd like to remember me

i am a false feeling, metastatic like cancer
a faded poem muddled in the rain
i am sorry because you are
a thousand hearts more than i should have
sorry because i am a shadow of
what you should have
sorry because i shiver knowing you will
see this some day.