I remember the littlest things about you.
How you're afraid of spiders
How you hate early mornings
How you inhale cigarette smoke
How you love good poetry.
But I can't bring myself to question
Did I ever scare you?
Did you ever hate me?
Did you like sharing a cigarette with me?
Did you love me reciting Verlain?
I did.
And now I rehearse the things I could tell you.
Utterly sentimental.
Needy.
Pathetic.
The most ridiculous things.
For example
I'm afraid I won't see you ever again.
I'm besotted by you.
I'm thinking of you far too often.
I'm damaged for everyone else.
And of all the speeches I'll never make
This one
By far
Is my favourite.