Inconsistent Weather

A poem

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Sunny Monday off,
you make me smile,
I blush, fake cough,
“It’s been awhile”.

Tuesday’s got some thunder,
that’s fine, distraction,
one blanket: two under,
explosive attraction.

Wednesday’s the hottest,
left cheek burns with your handprint,
today you seem the coldest,
I should’ve gotten the hint.

Thursday: some mist,
I turn the right cheek,
instead of a slap, I get a kiss,
but I don’t dare speak.

Friday is sunny again,
but you’re gone, silent,
“Where have you been?”,
and why am I so reliant?

There are rains on Saturday,
there are floods in my eyes,
I now kinda want you away,
I cut myself on your ice.

Snowed in on Sunday,
we’re trapped together,
now I can only pray
that I change your weather.