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I held it in until 1:45pm.
I made it 13 hours and 34 minutes before
the dams that were my eyes
could no longer hold back
the oceans of tears
that flooded the hills of my cheeks
of all the love I had for you.
Have for you.
Have, not had,
because it's still there;
it hasn't gone away.
The butterflies still dance circles around my stomach and
the threads that stitched together all the holes in my heart still stayed tied,
and I wept.
I wept for you,
angrily.
Not softly,
like in books or movies,
but violently,
like when waves take over ships
and like when fires burn through towns.
I wept.
For all the love I had,
have,
and will have
for you.

I actually really like the use of numbers at the beginning. I think you should've kept it as a theme throughout. Some of the word choices are childish and/or clunky, but the idea is nice. Definitely better than the stuff my classmates wrote for our poetry unit. There are few places more soul-crushing than an English classroom.

"There are few places more soul-crushing than an English classroom"

Man real life is going to be a shock to you