saying i'm the one and only
the object of your obsession.
the trouble is i'm not an object.
and i haven't been sent from heaven
but neither have you.

then i wonder of past times
where you would drop on me
all those cheesy lines..
and then you wouldn't kiss me
in her presence.
is she the menace?
or is it me that gets in the way..?
that seems about right
no one has ever meant me to stay.

sitting here
thinking about the fool
i warn myself of repeating.
thinking about the bleeding
as you cut me.
thinking about how used you make me feel.
worse than flesh being peeled.

understand the searing pain
as you look at me in vain.
you finish it
before the beginning.
are you as terrified as i am
at the possibility of not winning..?

i'm so sorry..
if you look beneath the lies
you'll find my truth.
surrounded by a cloud of smoke
please try hard not to choke..
i'm waiting
and i'm needing..
rescue me.

love michelle.