i used to drop people which is half true, but more of a buffer in case things fell apart and Jetsper told me that he didn't care if I did, it was worth getting to know me or something that sounded that nice and I imagine he has the sort of new car scent, or fresh laundry, something wholly generic but pleasing. I went about that all wrong, i should never preface friendships with my past i don't drop people i just peel their names out of my notebooks afraid to confide in any sort of k i n d n e s s because i know they won't like my secrets.
I wrote this last December. I'm never sure how I stop talking to people. I like this poem more than I did then.