Most Days

Most days you are the cause of my anxiety.
I wish it was easier to break free.

On Monday you say how much you love me.
I try so hard to believe it…
Because on Tuesday I get two kisses instead of three.

On Wednesday I feel like a burden.
You only let me cuddle with you after 12am.
On Thursday I can’t even tell if we’re in a relationship for certain.

On Friday you don’t look me in the eye.
Are you here mentally?
On Saturday I feel like “I Love you” is a complete lie.

By Sunday I can’t pretend not to feel neglected.
It would be best to walk through that door.
But on Monday I’m still here being defeated.