It took the clouds
two-hundred eighty-five seconds
to pass across the sky
this morning
The same number of rose petals
that littered the ground
at your sister's wedding
when we first met
The number of times I told you it'll be
okay
when you broke your arm
and I held you
when we were eight
The number of tears
that littered the ground
at your father's funeral
when we first kissed
It is the same number of collective bruises
and scars
on both our bodies
The number of girls
you hooked up
and the exact number of times
I wanted
to die
It took two-hundred eighty-five days for me to fall in love with you,
but it only took a lifetime
for you to realize
I wasn't worth
your time
YOU ARE READING
Residual ↠ {r.e.}
PoetryA collection of poems I have written over the course of nearly three years. These poems paint the picture of my struggle through being a cynical teenager with a mental illness in a sad farm town. {Book #1: Residual} *Some Poems May Be Triggering*
