Wednesday’s have always been my favorite 

It isn’t the beginning or the end of the week 

Wednesday’s seem to come at just the right time 

Regardless of what’s happening I always rely on Wednesday’s 

 

I used to think I was born on Wednesday 

But I was born on a Thursday 

There is nothing wrong with Thursday 

It just isn’t as structured as a Wednesday 

Thursday’s feel like out of body experiences 

They feel cold and dirty 

It’s like Thursdays aren’t supposed to be in the calendar

Or maybe I just feel this way because I was born on Thursday 

 

 

I started liking grant on a Wednesday 

Maybe one of the weirdest Wednesdays of my life 

I don’t exactly remember what happened 

One day he was a friend and the other he was some sort of wanderer through my emotions 

He didn’t change them, but when I was with him I became more aware of my emotions 

 

Many people think he’s plain 

As I’ve come to learn I’m attracted to bland people 

I find bland people interesting because no one bothers to talk to them 

All information about them is unknown and you have to do a lot of digging to find the fun parts 

I liked exploring his life 

It soothed me 

And it distracted me from my depression 

 

Although there were interesting parts to him

I soon experienced the bad parts 

Nothing too bad but a distance 

I’ve felt this distance all my life 

I got it from my half sister when she didn’t like my mom or me 

I got it from my dad when he suggested anti depressants 

I got it from my friends when my sister committed suicide 

I’ve always been scared of distance 

 

He wanted to be distant from anything related to me

I don’t know why he had a sudden change 

Maybe I will never know 

But what I do know is this is when I finally realized this is how life is 

This was apart of me growing up 

Some people will be there 

And just when you need them the most 

They will disappear