He used to be my favorite
Saturday when he spent most of the entire day with me in my room. Now I just
want it to be forever Monday. I’m scared he would keep that day for someone
else beside me, and what if they make him happier.
I want it to be forever Monday,
the day we both are so busy with work life. I wouldn’t think about him, and
he would probably be too busy to hang out with someone new. I’m scared if it was
Saturday, would he bring his new favorite person to the place we used to be
together? Or would he visit their places just like he used to be at mine?
Sometime I looked into the mirror,
I found myself searching for red marks he left on my chest on first of October.
The red marks on my pale skin. The Saturday we first came into contact.
He was my daydream I would always
love to share with everyone else even now we are no longer together. Sadly, I
was described as a nightmare to his 2022. This statement just breaks me every
time it pops up into my mind. He made my 2022 the best year of all time, and
the most broken moment at the same.
Now I’m wishing it would be forever
Monday.
