eyes

seems i've lost the thermoregulator
for my soul.
something's got me running,
running hot,
running cold.

tuesday i would hurt you,
bring you to your knees.
build you up to tear you down,
leave you there to bleed.

wednesday i am humbled,
and a hug is all i need.

thursday morn my brain's on fire
i need someone to hurt.
the whole world needs to shut up,
go away, eat the dirt.

friday i am flirty,
picking flowers,
wear a skirt.

saturday i cry all day,
can't get out of bed.
sunday is a twofer,
and i need to see you dead.

monday starts another week,
with promise and a plan,
but give me 13 hours,
and it all will start again.