COLD PIZZA

Ten billion vows were broken in a span of a night. The warmth of your touch you said you'd bring and the happiness you promised to keep alive were shattered in an instant. All because of the war you did not will to fight.

Nine hundred and ninety nine loving smiles were exchanged. Nine hundred and ninety nine laughs echoed into a boring night filled with physics and trigonometry reviews. If you tried Staying were we to reach a thousand? Just one more smile would have sufficed. It would've made me believe that I actually did matter.

Eight in the mornings were survived with a phone call and the thought of you on the other side of the phone line. And me, just listening, to inhales and exhales of the air you left your mark upon. Who knew that the morning breeze was so cold and scarce now that eight o'clock was just that? Eight o'clock.

Seven, six, five seconds to go before the last of our moments are obliviated in a span of a break-up night. Seven million infinities already apart, yet seven inches in proximity. Six slices of our ordered warm pizza left cold in the almost empty fridge. Each of our five fingers untangled from one another and will never be knotted again.

Four, three, and two a.m. mornights wasted on a dream intruded by your voice. Waking me up with words I could not comprehend. It's over. It's over.

I ask only once, please make me believe that I was more than just something to pass the time. That I was more than the infinite seconds you and I counted and passed. Just this one time, make me believe that it is wrong of me to be regretting you.

A second gone and passed. Nothing is left, but the zero that I want to be.
The zero that I want to feel- nothing.