seems improbable
when I think
about how I failed science
and passed so many men
just so you could hold my hand
or cry on my shoulder when your daddy left
or kiss you behind a brick wall
or how my tongue became fingertips
until your skin was all I could feel
and whispering to you how I was worried
that this was it and I was done
but you'd always convince me
I was going no where
that you'd always be the one