For someone with OCD
I always tried to keep everything organized
Just the way they are
The spaces between my pillows
The locks in my room
The food I like
The clothes I let live on my closet space
Always the same, consistent
Scared of change, the slightest ones **** me
When you came, it was like hurricane
On my closet, you placed a pile of your clothes
To my food, you added herbs
On my bed, your side of it and a pillow
To my choices, another opinion
It was terrifying
Why the sudden changes
Abruptly and awfully painful
I always locked people out of my life
I check on it, too, maybe 23 times a day
Just to make sure
But for you I keep my heart right here
Unlocked
And ready for your taking