We are sitting in your car, on the way to my house.
Driving down roads with cracked surfaces.
The light from the street lamps highlight me, and I hope you don’t notice.
Notice my hand slightly shaking in yours, because Im scared that one day your touch will only linger.
Notice my eyes concentrate on nothing as I think about being alone once again.
I hope you don’t notice me biting on my lip as I try to quiet the trembling of my chin, as a tear streams down my cheek.
I hope you don’t notice these things because you deserve perfection.