TEARS IN RAIN

TO THE WORLD, I SAY THIS:

this may come as a surprise to you, but i listen to everything you say and i remember all of it

i remember the little things in your room and in your car and i remember the little things you do with your hair and your lips and your hands and shit like that

i remember the little things you mentioned in stories and in letters! i remember what you were wearing on certain days

the little things stay inside my brain long after the person who put them there has gone. my brain is a haunted house of little tiny baby remembered things!!

maybe it is killing me! to remember all these things! my brain has begun to look like the treasure room in xanadu from ‘citizen kane’:

where do i put my things? why don’t my things matter to me??? maybe i have appraised them as worthless (they are)

welp!!

(footnote: you, in this instance = second person pronoun. ex-girlfriend(s): relax! i’m talking to everyone!!)