Day 1.
I brought you up again.
A friend said I deserved how I felt,
We haven’t talked since,
Can you believe that?
Even through tears, I know it’s true.

It’s me who refused to commit.

Day 14.
It’s Valentine’s Day and our friends took me out.
Between drinks and untouched food,
Our friend said it wasn’t about me,
What does that even mean?

Day 9.
I heard that you took your I love you and gave it to her.
The words I wouldn’t say back,
I probably deserved that.

Day 1, take two.
I took aim at her to hurt you,
subtle as a beachfront battleship
mooring at high noon.

Everyone knew why but nobody dared.
I should have told them it’s rude to stare.

Day 8.
You cannonballed into a field of landmines
when you asked why I chopped my hair.
I did it for me
you made it about you.
Your conceit on full display,
I hate that it’s true.

Day 10.
I’ll count up every day I don’t think of you.
Count again
and fail again
and try again.

Day 1.
Here we go again.
Time to free my mind of you.