Poem 128: 8 Deadly Sins

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8 Deadly Sins


8 was your number,
but I swear to god I've look at you
this way
more times than that.

I've thought of you
many more times than 8,

Countless,

Hopeless,

Driven,

I've wanted you
many more times than 8,

Craved,

Felt,

Longed,

I've wanted to tell you since 8:00 in the morning that day,

but I couldn't.

I was broken,

Hurting,

Embarrassed.

There is more than 8 reasons
I need you in my life
and I couldn't tell you one reason
why.

So please,
Don't make me wait for you longer
than 8 months.



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