Letters to a person I'll never send

Stolen

I steal little things from people I love.
Whether is be a phrase,
Or a word,
Or how they smile at certain things.
Because of her I scoff at everything,
and I write songs again,
and every time that song comes on I scream it just like we did in the hallway.
Because of him I have better music taste,
and I say whore,
and slut,
and I laugh now when I'm called these things,
because the meaning has changed for me.
I set my alarms five minutes at a time, and I set three or four because he did too.
Every time I see a trumpet I think of him,
or a suped up car,
or a bat.
Because of her I say beans,
and aces,
and loser.
I say bonk,
and loaf, and use the word demon too much.
Because of him I say balls,
and laugh just a little harder when people get defensive.
I don't look at books the same,
Or myself.
All these things changed because I loved them, and I wouldn't change it for the world.