Her words are entwined with the way I feel about her
Sickened thoughts, her devious smile makes me want to walk
Through the door of a thousand barriers that I’ll overcome
Because she is supposedly my only and one, not a number
Of thoughts or words…just a memory
A memory that sickens my routines like no tomorrow and
What will bring us joy and overcome tragedy, breaking hearts
Has been her thing since forever and my insecurities well up like new found oil
Falling unto my body, although it suffocates my skin a thousand times more when she smiles at me
As these lost and scrambled thoughts go through my head I wonder…
Am I the one and only for her? Or am I just a number?