10 times I thought of calling him last night.
9 things I thought of to happen in my story, but I haven't written it yet.
8 times I laughed at her, because she tries to be me. She does not succeed.
7, the un-lucky number, the seven deadly sins are upon you.
6 spoonfuls of sugar to keep me happy, to keep me alive. To keep myself from breaking down.
5... the amount of times I recited your ex-lover is dead in my head. I'm not sorry I did so either.
4 times I wanted to pick up my guitar and camera, and make a video, but 4 times I denied myself of that satisfaction. I didn't have batteries.
3... 3 cups I wanted. That was all. Was that too much to ask of you? Apparently so, because we didn't have milk, or tea.
2 things I said to myself, in the depth of darkness, were "I need to replace the lights around my window." & "Maybe his phone is on now..."

1 thing I wanted to do, was call you and tell you that I was fine. Instead, I layed in bed, hoping that you could just know that I was.