I let numbers define me
Because what else is there
Besides the things that would bruise your knees
I let statistics and decimals make up the gloss of my eyes
And the scratches on my scalp
Because it's all I've ever done.
Programmed in my code
And the day the numbers I let define me change
The day the error reigns free
I'm no longer infinite in my "I'll be okays just as long"s
And now I'm just a random number
In a list of declines
And that's what I'll always be.
An average. A mean.
Because that's what I've always been.
A number you'll never forget
Because it's not worth it to remember it in the first place
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A/N: I'm done with this book. Maybe there will be a new one soon. Maybe not. No one will read it anyway. So long to imaginary readers. Until we meet again.
YOU ARE READING
he/him/you
Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
