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 Jan 2020 Consolata McWhorter
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I spent last night
Crunching numbers

10
Times you led me on

9
Nights we stayed up talking

8
Weeks since you decided I wasn’t worth it

7
Crushed up poems on the floor of my room

6
Outfits thrown aside to make sure I look my best

5
Days I spent trying to get over you

4
Friends that know what we did

3
3 a.m FaceTime calls

2
Coats of mascara

1
Big regret
A mind full of patterns
In every which way.
Crawling,
Scrawling,
And cycling
On my walls.
Waves of colors burst
And I forget myself.
Fly into my spiritual dimension
And ascend.
Then it ends.
And I feel some clarity
And comfort
Wash over me.
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
It’s been a long while now.
As time moves quickly, yet slowly all the same.
It stood still for me once.
Time.
Just circling around me on repeat.
You never had to tell me about it’s presence, I knew.
As Time did too, for
The moment it stopped, I met you.
When I first saw you, I fell in love and you smiled because you knew. -W. Shakespeare

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