I started making my list, my good things list,
when I was eleven.
I should probably cross a few things off,
but it’s harder than you think.
He drops in to remind you
you’re just a supporting character in his catastrophe,
He’s a book full of footnotes brought to life,
He’s a jacket full of elbow patches.
I’d cross every line for him –
Every night, to feel good,
Every few nights, to stay sane.
You have to pretend you get an endgame.
He’s saying something,
I think I might kiss him.
(I won’t bite).
*all words originally appeared in Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, St Martins Griffin 2015