i remember the time
i told you all of my secrets  that one night
you drove me home

"please don't hate me"
i kept repeating
you looked at me all wide eyed as if
that thought had never crossed your mind

your innocence
should have
rubbed off on me

i still wish there could have been something different
i had said or done
that would have made you
stay

you made me feel accepted that night
but it was short lived
as all good things are

my heart was too malleable
for you
i will always envy your
penchant for detachment