one; I thought your eyes looked like angels.
Two; I never really saw angels before.
three; You reminded me of the word home.
four; you reminded me of the word love.
five; Your collarbones tasted like freedom.
six; I wrote about you.
seven; I wrote about you.
eight; I wrote about you.
nine; your collarbones tasted like everything I wanted.
ten; you looked like a poem.
eleven; I wrote about you.
twelve; I wrote about thinking that you looked like a poem.
thirteen; I gave you my favourite book.
fourteen; you smelled like the candles at church.
fifteen; I wrote about the resemblance between you and church.
sixteen; I kissed you three times in my head.
seventeen; I wrote about kissing you in my head.
eighteen; I wanted to kiss you outside of my head.
nineteen; I whispered all my poetry in your belly button.
twenty; I turned you into poetry.
twenty one; I wrote about turning you into poetry.
twenty two; I guess I was wrong.
twenty three; I guess I was wrong, but I love you.
twenty four; I love you, but I guess I am wrong.
twenty five; I get zeros in my logic and organization at college.
twenty six; Now I know why.
twenty seven; I failed in college.
twenty eight; Now you know why.
twenty nine; I do not eat anymore.
thirty; And you still taste like home.
thirty one; even though you are no more home.
thirty two; you left home.
thirty three; The word home still reminds me of you.
thirty four; I still write about you and home.
thirty five; I cannot pronounce the word home anymore.
thirty six ;you remind me of the word love.
thirty seven; you remind me of freedom.
thirty eight; you remind me of the candles in the church.
thirty nine; you remind me of church.
forty; you remind me of God.
forty one; I lost faith in God.
forty two; I no longer knew how to count.
forty three; I hated numbers.
forty four; I wrote about you.
forty five; your smell.
forty six; your eyes.
forty seven; I lost you.
forty eight; I lost me.
forty nine; I wrote about losing you.
fifty; I wrote about losing me.