One month. Two months. Three.
He didn’t care about me.
One lie. Two lies. Three.
I begged him to look and see.
One fight. Two fights. Three.
We were never meant to be.
One pill. Two pills. Three.
They lay under my tongue so he could be free.
One year. Two years. Three.
She didn’t get a chance to disagree.

K.M.G.