counting sheep;

you are so not

worth this pain in
my abdomen.


somewhere between
sending you love
and scrubbing this
away, i lost
eternity.


i know you do
not care but that
five page text mes-
sage had my soul
embedded in-
side. i also
know you do not
care that i count
syllables and
they have to be
even numbers.


and i hate you.

i have come to the conclusion that i am the only person in the world that fixes peoples' hearts. why? because nobody has EVER tried to fix mine. how? i give them mine, until theres is okay, and when they're done they give it back into a million little pieces.

so, i hold back my tears and watch them settle for people like her, and hate people like me. when once upon a time, we frolicked in fields of tomorrow, and sweaty palms, and hoping that this lasts forever.

it happens everytime, and the outcome is still the same.