Counting Chances

I like you

From the first time I saw you
To the second you met my eyes right there and then
From our third encounter
After my fourth subject ended, wondering how you’ve been
From the fifth notification
On the sixth time my phone buzzed, it’s been you ever since

I like you
or at least I did

If it weren’t for that unread text on the seventh of June
Or the eighth try and the ninth fail, I assumed
Or the tenth mixed signal I got from you
If it weren’t for that eleventh red flag when the clock hit the twelfth hand, I would’ve liked you still

But I’ve done the math!
And I therefore conclude that I won’t be counting chances with you again