I gaze upon your many tattoos,
Tracing each drawn line,
Everyone a symbol,
A memory displayed for all to see,
That laughing devil mocking God,
Your very first,
An unfinished damsel sitting upon poker chips,
A navy anchor on your arm honoring an old man,
Those elephants for luck,
The Texan star,
Wyoming flag,
And let's not forget the Quesada family crest,
Then there's that last one on your chest,
Carved elegantly in your flesh,
"Wyoming Iliana," I whispered with a smile,
"You're my number one," you said,
Such a punk,
Always getting drunk,
Stumbling around with blood shot eyes,
Your dragon breath even kills the flies,
Cursing like a sailor you drink from the tap,
I cross my arms and glare at your back,
You spin around with a chuckle,
"Little girls shouldn't be awake this late,"
I reply with a growl, "Old men shouldn't stay up past eight,"
Walking away you slur, "I wonder if the bed bugs have been kept waiting,"
Strumming that guitar with expert knowledge,
Your soul crying out with just six strings,
The music warping around you like massive wings,
Lost to the vibrations,
Sweat pours down,
Wiped away by a stripped bandanna,
I sway to the rhythm,
Bobbing my head to the beat,
You weren't made for singing,
But those lyrics are truly worth believing,
An old style rocker still playing his life's song,
Your bad luck with women is astounding,
I hope I don't suffer the same fate,
Ten different girlfriends in just one week,
Such a hopeless fool,
Hell bent on finding that perfect girl,
Why don't you buy a Barbie?
I can't take any more hateful glares,
Their presence slithers up and down my body like wicked snakes,
How constricting,
They smirk as if they've won,
But the war has just begun,
"You're my number one," you said,
You gave me a little brother,
To bad his mom's a witch,
I hardly get to see him,
But I know you're still trying,
Facing the challenge without crying,
I hope he grows to be quiet the man,
Helping others without demand,
Looking passed their faults,
Accepting what makes them different,
I'll expect nothing less,
It's a thrill being a big sister,
I must take responsibility,
I'm not alone anymore,
"You're still my number one," you said,
I frown with a pause,
Wondering who you're trying to convince,
A new family awaits,
Oh how I can't wait,
Two new sisters and another brother,
A stepmother who's seen better days,
But that's okay,
My papa and me are here to stay,
We've faced many hardships throughout the summer,
Our lives somewhat a struggle,
"Am I still your number one," I ask,
I held no hope,
Your hesitation was all I needed,
"Yeah, you're my number one."
