One* hurt's breaking
Two eyes filled with tears
Three words never said again
Four missives were burned
Five syllables of your name became a bad word
Six tulips, gone withered
Seven days a week I longed for you.
Eight love songs we loved, I now hate.
Nine hurtful words from you broke me into pieces and ended everything
Ten months till I realized you werent for me.
Eleven months, I finally got closure.
Twelve months made me realize, baby, truly I wasnt for you.