Love Poem Number 1.5 Million and Three

really
it’s not you
it’s me

at first
i didn’t mind the reenacting
4…
maybe 6 times was cute
by the 12th
why? was all I could muster

by the 23rd time
i could only cry

by the 56th time
there was nothing sane left to say

by the 127th time
it was criminal

on the 144th reenactment
i was close to leaving
but by then
you should have noticed

yeah.
actually,
it is you.

so
same time next year?

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