Monday,
Sheets are a mess
I have not seen you in a while;
But I tried
I really did
 
Tuesday,
I used to think
I set a fire in your eyes.
But I have learned,
It was just reflections
Of the ones you set off in mine.

Wednesday,
They said;
The past has passed,
Let it fucking go
 
Thursday,
I dreamt of you.
I’m going insane
 
Friday,
There’s no remedy for memory
And your face
Won’t leave my head
 
Saturday,
It’s not getting better
The things I’d do to press rewind
 
Sunday,
Darling,
You ruined me
Why do I still love you?

—  v.m
10

“I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.”