Let's count how many times
I have to try to trick myself into thinking I don't want to stay.
Let's count how many different ways
I can spell out that it probably wouldn't have worked out anyway.
Let's count how many words
it takes to convince myself that I should let you go.
Let's count how many whispered "I love you"'s
that you still didn't believe though.
Let's count how many smiles
were exchanged when I said that you were mine.

Let's count how many breaths she took each time you touched her thigh...

Then again, let's not.
I don't think I have the time.
I don't think I can count that high.