my favorite number used to be something other than two.
i don’t quite remember what number it was
but i hated the number two for a while since it reminded me
of us. i know it’s cliche because i wanted to put myself first
after we left things unfinished.still, my thoughts were of you
even when we were apart. i remembered what we used to do
when it was me and you. i remembered how we’d talk late at night
when it was you and me.
i used to put you first, before me, and i still do so now.
things have changed between us, but we're still the same since
we're together again, and we're adding ourselves up to be whole,
puzzle pieces trying to fit into the little spaces the other left.
though two isn’t my favorite number, i like that it reminds me of you.
i like the number two because you’ll always be my number one.
[holy fuck i can taste the cheese in my mouth. tastes like sharp cheddar. i can do better]