Seven.
Seven stitches.
Each one different.
One.
The sadness of my broken heart.
Two.
The distance that keeps us apart.
Three.
The fact that time is not on my side.
Four.
The many nights I have cried.
Five.
The turning point thought to be coming
but disappeared.
Six.
All the sleepless nights feared.
Seven.
Where it all comes together.
Now and forever,
Will love be the blame for my pain.
Seven stitches.
Each one different.
One.
The sadness of my broken heart.
Two.
The distance that keeps us apart.
Three.
The fact that time is not on my side.
Four.
The many nights I have cried.
Five.
The turning point thought to be coming
but disappeared.
Six.
All the sleepless nights feared.
Seven.
Where it all comes together.
Now and forever,
Will love be the blame for my pain.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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