Six hundred and twenty eight days.
That's how long until my eighteenth birthday.
I can make it that long.
I have confidence in myself.
For I know, it will always be you.
A little under two years.
I can do it.
It's a challenge for me.
I've never backed down from a challenge.
I mean, I started loving you.
That in itself wasn't easy,
You didn't want me to love you.
But I do.
And six hundred and twenty eight days isn't going to change that.
10/16/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
