Tuesday.
Just another day, monday has come and gone.
Chill, silent air, leading the leaves to their final dance of fall.
Cold, complacent classroom.
Words thrown about.
She speaks with monotone, confident, self assured.
It is the only thing in which she is confident.
She hides behind these numbers.
She's lonely, she's 30, children keep her sane.
Numbers are real,
numbers are precise,
numbers do not change.
I blame her not.
What a wonderful convienience.
She's brilliant.
Cold, complacent heart.
Feelings thrown about.
I speak with enthusiasm, confident, bold.
It is the only thing in which i am confident.
I hide behind these thoughts.
I'm numb, i'm young, razor blades keep me sane.
Pain is real,
pain is love,
pain does not cease.
I blame me not.
What a fragile convienience.
I'm broken.
Tuesday.
Just another day, my monday tears have come and gone.
Harsh, revealing wind, leading my hair in all directions.
