I hate the thought of losing touch

I always find something to remember about the people I meet

I like the way my clear retainers fit tightly after skipping a night

I like old things, because they’ve been loved by somebody else

because I like the thought of someone wanting something loved by me

I think songs should first be listened to in a dark room

with your eyes closed all alone and with headphones

I hate that you don’t remember me as well as I remember you

I like to think in prose so that my mind will feel pretty

I like the way that poetry finds its way into every nook and cranny

I think that all books should have corrugated pages

because the soft paper has a comforting feeling

like a blanket

I hate knowing that people change because it could happen to me too

because it’s always happening to me

I hate that you don’t remember me as well as I remember you