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3133 hours ago
if only you knew all the
things there are to count.
have you wondered how
many times in total,
you've felt my absence,
the lack of me, or my presence
in other things when I'm not around?
or how many times in total you've seen
me for who I really am and not run away,
faced my flaws and not
found them a deal-breaker?
do you know how many times I've hoped
I'd run into you somewhere
randomly even when it's most unlikely?
perhaps you think it's useless
to count goodbyes
or keep track of the 'I miss you's,
but if it were up to me I would
take note of all that you do.
I was never one to count the
stars in the sky for they are infinite,
I will never be one to count the
ways in which you matter, for that is infinite,
counting days is simply an exercise in hope.
I would stab my heart,
steal it, suffocate it
to death for the love
I withhold is too
saddening, knowing you
are like a vagabond
on bamboo held
in one and a
well in other,
you drop your
affection as soft
as tears and
turn them stones
to shuffle all
shells in your favour
pulled out of lungs
of lips, lifting
more than you
ever gave. - my care caused you to tilt
and ever since you've only walked away.