Ill try to go to sleep early.

long car rides have given me too much time to think,
belittling the pitch crevices of my heart.
Because craving something out of reach hurts.

And my dream world is cracking open,
Egg shell delicate problems littering in.
Slurring memories and insecurities into an eyesore.

Not to mention,
you were incredibly right,
I’m going to get hurt, but not because of you.
Because of me.