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.

As they got back into the car
They smelled of freshly ignited cigarettes.
(Deep breath in)
My aunt and uncle,
Whom had before been taking a smoke
Around the gas station,
Were asking me (jokingly)
If I wanted a cigarette.
Or if I had ever smoked one.
They often act as if,
I've never known or never seen them smoke.
I'll always be their young niece in their eyes.
The smell is incredibly enticing though
Which ill never bring myself to tell them.
The thinning screens of smoke
Straying from ones slightly parted lips,
Causing anyone to look slightly more
Seductive.

sewing needles
always find their way into my fingers.

stitch by stitch my fingers mingle
sewing my half to your half.

always feel i've searched the earth
with each single red-letter girl

disentangling our knotted thoughts
braiding our interests and fingers.

twined through careful timing and concern
wreathed in gentle memoirs.

you were mine and I was yours.