i want to indent myself in you, make a mark that’s so deep inside of your skin that it becomes a permanent scar. i want to be the girl you think of when you hear that song and when you move on, if she ever plays it, i want to be the reason you make her change it. i want the next girl to unintentionally feel like borrowed bedsheets instead of brand new ones, because you’re still so encompassed by the memory of me, you’ll struggle to hide it. everything will be mine. that song is mine. and writing is mine. dancing in our underwear to that record on vinyl is mine. three a.m drives are mine. that book is mine. that band is mine. those mugs, that quote, that artwork, it’s all mine, to you. i want everything you think of to be inked with memories, so much so that nothing she does will surprise or impress you, because it’ll already be done before. i want to be engraved into your memory, to the point i’m all you can remember.