Minimizing

Tangled legs,

twisted blankets.

Your movie posters on the wall.

Our clothes on the floor.

You talk about shooting stars that are supposed to be visible tonight

in the sky above the city.

You breathe out,

I take you into me,

and I give in

to the saccharine feeling

of being entwined with you.

7-Eleven on the corner.

You drive me home.

I don’t want to go,

but I’ve got work in the morning.

Make out in your car,

tell me your biggest fear in the dark.

I think I could fall in love with you.

But I’ll minimize the feeling

and pretend that I don’t care,

so I don’t miss you.