Sunday 30 September 2012

ottffssent

I'm sick of counting.
I don't want to, any more.
I don't want to know how old I am.
I don't care who's keeping score.
I don't want to know my height,
or my cup size, or my weight.
I don't care what year it is,
nor the time, nor the date.

I don't want to count my chickens,
I don't want to count my blessings.
And I'm sick of counting calories
and foregoing Caesar dressing.

I don't want to cross off boxes, 
on a calendar, with a pen.

I don't want to count down the days until
I see you again.



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