Weekend/weakened

Saturday night.
Alone in my bed.
Feeling quite low.
Odd thoughts in my head.

I wish I had more resources
To show and to give.
To you, my dear, my lover.
My reason to get up and live.

I'd treat you like a goddess,
Your minion, I'd be; I'd serve.
Bring you all the shiny things,
Which is only what you deserve.


Sunday night
Last night you were out drinking.
The absence of response to my call tonight
Sets off panicked thinking

Have I done something wrong?
My heart throbs slightly out of time.
Fevered thoughts of minor errors
Sending shivers down my spine.

Tomorrow brings another day
And with it, hope that we shall renew
The trust and passion I have tried to create
And convey from me upon to you.


Monday night.
No reason to dance.
No reason to care.
I've failed in my chance.

Emotions from deep within
Have failed to follow my commands.
Now my hollow empty frame 
Is buried face first in my hands.

My passion, doused, my anger, roused,
This stupid fool spun with wild confusion.
No more to have you as my own,
My heart is blackened with contusion.