On our twelfth date together
my OLD love gave to me:
Twelve ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ replies,
Eleven looks of loathing,
Ten awkward silences,
Nine lame excuses,
Eight other women glances,
Seven distant hours,
Six I like you’s,
Five fake orgasms,
Four elbow touches,
Three sheepish kisses,
Two nosebleed tickets And…a…bouquet…of…wilting…daisies…