Counting Game

One, two, three
it’s me counting my feelings.
four, five, six
it’s me again counting the wounds you left.
seven, eight, nine
it’s still me counting my wasted tears.
Ten, eleven, twelve
it supposed to be a great love story.
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
but we’re both so sorry
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
I said “I loved you” but you make fun of me.
Nineteen, twenty
As I stared at you, the truth I can see.
My fate whispers;
I can’t make you love me.



The featured photo is mine.


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