The first thing is my feelings. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and no matter how much I try to tug it off, it’s there for the whole world to see.
Number two is the word “sorry.” The word easily spills from my mouth like it’s the most bitter coffee. At the same time, I carry the word around my right wrist to keep me grounded.
Love is the third thing. It’s an invisible ring I wear on the ring finger of my right hand because putting it on my left hand will turn it into a forever, and I’m not ready for that yet. For now, I’m satisfied with whatever I’m getting from those I care about.
Number four is the question “why?” I’m typically never satisfied with just wearing answers to what, who, and where. So I keep numerous why’s around my left hand.
Lyrics are the fifth thing. They’re always wrapped around my head, constantly touching my ears with sweet words and memories.
Number six is my passion, whatever it may be on that day. What’s life without you being passionate about something? So I clothe myself in it, tugging it on my body as soon as I find it in my closet.
Books are the seventh thing - not the physical objects themselves, but the plot lines, the characters, the tragedies, and the triumphs. I tie them around my neck with the pendants as close as possible to my heart.
Number eight is a smile, whether it’s to hide a gnawing sadness or to enjoy the calming breeze. While most people put on makeup, I put on a smile because sometimes, it’s the only thing beautiful I see about myself.
Poetry is the ninth thing. I wear poetry like it’s my favorite sweater, even on a humid day. As much as it’s a comfort, it’s also a barrier to keep people from touching my skin and leaving marks.
The last thing is you. It’s actually the first thing that came to mind, but I’m a cliche and I save the best for last. Your name is repeatedly etched all over the insides of my skull that with almost every thought, fragments of you fall out with it. I also like keeping you in the pocket of my jeans, where I can occasionally hold onto and touch something beautiful when life is falling apart.”