thirteen
the number of times i thought about taking back everything i said that night
thirty four
the amout of times i wanted to forgive you because it was too hard to be without you
three
the number of times i told you i loved you the day you ruined me
eight
the number of days i spent in bed after finding out about her
one hundred, one thousand, one million, every day for the the rest of my life
the number of days i would've loved you if you had fucking let me
—you always said you were a numbers guy.
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well, that didn't work: an autobiography
Poetryeverything i've never had the courage to say.
