I'm trying to count
Just up to thirty two
The thought of you
Shakes the numbers away
In my head,
Counting feels insane1
You locked your door
And I locked mine
I've lost the key
But these butterflies
Remain in my stomach
Because of the thought
Of you and I.2
Looking at you
Is just a quick game
The image of you
Just a blur -
Stop.
I can't think of you
Not after all
That we've been through
We broke our hearts
Crashed our dreams
Destroyed everything
Our perfect relationship3
So now.
We try to act better.
We show each other respect.
We're being nice.
Quietly.
Secretly.
Patiently.
Never.
Again.
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