Counting

Counting short poem

Uploaded by Mishka Mohamed


One,
Too many firsts,
Two,
We got sand in our shoes,
Three,
You wanted to keep seeing me.

One,
trigger word for gay beginnings,
Two,
times with denim jackets and black bottoms,
Three,
Popcorn, jelly tots and prawn tempura sushi.

One,
I was away while you stayed,
Two,
You were to move away and I wanted you to stay,
Three,
You were gone and we become my favourite memory.

One,
It’s over and you’re okay,
Two,
It’s over but I’m trying to be okay,
Three,
It’s over but I’m still not okay.

I’m not okay.
I’m not okay.
I’m not okay.

One.
Two.
Three.
Breathe…

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Using poetry to express all the things I wish I could say. I write about my experiences, mostly linked to the relationships with those around me. I hope you enjoy me bearing my soul.
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