422
The number of days it's been
since we've had a real conversation.
Even though there wasn't much talking.
6
The number of days since I last texted you
after losing count of the one dollar beers
downed effortlessly.
2796
The miles of distance it has taken
to get you out of my system.
You're almost gone.
Unknown
The number of times I've sworn you off.
Affirmation that "I'm fine" has reached
an endless count.
1
The number of people it took
to change my heart for good.
You were a rose whose thorns left
no mercy.
422
The number of days it took
for me to realize I've had enough,
that you will always forget,
and that maybe I should, too.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
422
The number of days it's been
since we've had a real conversation.
Even though there wasn't much talking.
6
The number of days since I last texted you
after losing count of the one dollar beers
downed effortlessly.
2796
The miles of distance it has taken
to get you out of my system.
You're almost gone.
Unknown
The number of times I've sworn you off.
Affirmation that "I'm fine" has reached
an endless count.
1
The number of people it took
to change my heart for good.
You were a rose whose thorns left
no mercy.
422
The number of days it took
for me to realize I've had enough,
that you will always forget,
and that maybe I should, too.
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