One plus one makes two,

One me. One you.

Two plus two makes four,

Two lovers. One *****.

Never again count me in,
When you cheat at cards, neither win.

You cut me deep, you sliced so thin.

You provoked, Seven deadly sins.

Six feet under.

No where to run.

Five more minutes.
BeFour I come.

Three quarters cocked, my two barreled gun.

One thing in mine,

Zero regret.

I could never work out why my cheeks went so greedily red when you showed your teeth.
Heather says it's because I get nervous too easily - anxiety, she said
I think it's the opposite
your white lies have a familiar milky hue
And I like contrast.