Writing Prompt

I was always terrible with numbers,

Failing to understand.

I’m not too different now.

Failing to grasp you.

But can I be convincing?

Can I promise sweet nothings?

Can I, Can I, Can I?

I don’t really want to,

But damn are you covered with moles.

And those moles hole themselves into my heart.

My first reason.

My first reason in trying to grasp these equations.

I was always terr...

Let me put it this way,

If every reason were a freckle,

If every reason was a beauty mark,

Then my dear your skin is the night sky.

If every thing I love,

Everything,

Anything I love about you,

Then my throat would ache,

My heart would break,

For I could never stop talking.

Listen,

Listen when I promise this,

Any digit of numbers,

Any fingers the world holds up,

Any reas...

Stumbling, slurring.

Getting drunk off this necter,

It’s heavy, weighing me down.

I drink and drink, just to have an excuse to stumble into your arms.

My feet are unsteady,

My heart unready,

My eyelids ready,

But I stumble.

Drunk off your soul.

Drunk because I need to find my own.

Drunk because I was never good with numbers....

If I count the ways I love you

I would run out of time to

If I count the times you made me smile

It would certainly take quite a while

If I count the times you kept me stable

There’d be no time to read our favorite fables

If I count the ways I love you

I wouldn’t have time left for you...

I would count everything that makes you, you

Your every freckle to your laugh

The way your eyes light up when you see me

The words you use to describe how you feel about me

The way your eyes start to water when I say I have to leave

Your choice of words you use

What makes you, you

Are all the things I love...

I love you in Starbucks rewards points.

Evidence of hundreds of sweet vanilla cold brews.

I love you in hours of achy postpartum joints.

That I forget every time our son coos.

I love you in mortgage payments.

On a little brick house

I love you in totes in my parents’ basement

Your hunting gear taking priority over a good blouse

I love you in deer roast.

I cook them because you’re so proud. ...

Count every way _I've_ loved _you_

You'll need more than your fingers and toes

Count every way _you've_ loved _me_

The only number that grows is the inches of your nose

You've given me 10 reasons

Not for what you think

_10 reasons to leave you_

Because you're the reason tears leave my eyes when I blink

_10_ missing assignments because you always made me skip.

_9_ times I've rewrote this, to hope...

If I count the ways I love you

I would run out of numbers

The english language

doesn’t account

for all the ways I love you

If I count the ways I love you

It would take billions of fingers

billions of hands

and hearts

I coulf never count that high

If i count the ways I love you

i fear I would never sleep

because i would continue to speak

and would

never stop

If i count the ways I love you

my hea...

_If I Count The Ways I Love You, I am reminded or the best day of my life, when you were born and how you literally saved me, and have everyday since then. My world was in black and white and turned into the most beautiful vivid colors ever. I was finally alive._

_If I Count The Ways I Love You, I would say how absolutely beautiful and amazing you are inside and out. You probably would say I hav...

If I could count the ways I love you I'd be counting for eternity.

I'd discover numbers that don't yet exist.

Every star would perish, and billions would be born, before I'd finished.

I believe, if I were to measure my love for you, it would outweigh anything else in the universe.

The strongest forces of nature would gaze upon my love with jealousy.

I loved you in secret, grieving the rom...