4/4/2016 0 Comments RoutineI check my watch It’s a Sunday My veins are bursting with Overwhelming Appointments Routine check ups It’s a Sunday So it’s time to climb in your bed and out “I’ll see you tomorrow” You leave a whisper in my throat Cause you know I’ll be needing an excuse to Come running back into your skin Now it is Monday Time to cook a meal together We know this routine, Standard operating procedure Won’t satisfy our bellies or hearts After all, we’re constantly drowning And thirsty at the same time Every Tuesday You ignore my not-so-sly attempts at loving you You roll up these emotions in a joint, And let me inhale the feelings I tried to give to you Every Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday It’s the same thing A circle of life completed in one day, We like to pretend we created the entire universe And destroy it, Crashing hammers into each other’s shins And moaning battle sounds to an invisible army We are invincible in our minds Rebuilding ourselves every Sunday Monday It’s the same thing This rollercoaster is more typical than you’d think I’ve gotten used to the waves The twirls The nausea after the first turn You prematurely clench my hand Ready for me to fall again I guess that’s routine too
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