today was the day
you grew bored of me

how i can’t sleep without a fan
never rode a rollercoaster
because of that movie from age ten
stare at the scar located
on my right wrist when bored

talk too much about nothing
too little about what really matters
obsess over every syllable you say
always on rewind
scared to be fully
naked even in pitch dark

today was the day
i grew bored of myself

prisoner to my bed
unable to breathe or move
loveless to any man except
my father
and his crushed beer cans

i
wish
it
was
Monday