nicotine

xxvvi.

things aren't perfect,

not by any means,

but they're improving.

you spilled your heart

to me that night, uttering

your deepest fears to me

with only the moonlight 

lighting your features as 

we sat crosslegged on my

old carpet floor.

just as i had suspected,

you were afraid. of growing

up. of making mistakes. 

and as that fear elevated,

so did your number of mistakes.