Countdown Version Two

I'll look for you, but you I won't find,
I tried to follow, but you left me behind.
You gave me one blank stare, and two pieces of my heart,
three reasons to cry, and four seconds to start.

I begged for mercy, I cried for God,
you blinked a couple times as I desperately sobbed.
I had five different scars, from six different days,
seven days a week, cut in eight different ways.

I drew you a picture, and wrote you a song,
I sang it to myself to help me along.
I called nine times, at ten was one answer,
eleven boxes of tissues and twelve wishes for cancer.

I picked at my scabs, hoping to catch a disease,
once I'm finally gone you can do as you please.
You glared thirteen times, and ignored me fourteen,
fifteen un-invitations, a prank call at sixteen.

I carved a heart on my arm to show you my love,
I tried to say hello but all I got was a shove.
Seventeen months of waiting, eighteen rejections for guys who wanted to date,
I drank nineteen shots of tequila, twenty before I started to hate.

I walked coldly by as you stared at my back,
get ready to defend because I'm about to attack.
I had twenty one scars gained, twenty two months filled with pain,
twenty three hours to tease you, twenty four to make you insane.

I laughed at your face and then flipped you off,
I yelled out a "fuck you" covered up with a cough.
You have twenty five ex's, but twenty six broken hearts,
Twenty seven friends who want to kill you, but twenty eight to tear you apart.

I slammed my door in your face, ignored the knocks on my wall,
I laughed at the movie and ignored all your calls.
Twenty nine thoughts of doubt, thirty seconds to see,
at thirty one I opened the door, thirty two I forgot to breathe.

I saw the look on your face, could do nothing but pity,
You sobbed, apologized, and screamed, "You're so pretty!".
At thirty three seconds we had embraced, thirty four choked for breath,
thirty five promises made, thirty sixth was to never lie again.

And from that moment on I could look in your eyes,
and I could see just the truth instead of your lies.
After thirty seven heartbeats, and thirty eight kisses,
you gave me thirty nine roses, forty when you made me a missus.