At night, I think of you

At night, I think of you.
I knot the tightly bundled yarn of my feelings—
Like the scratchiest blanket;
Hold it close against my ribs—
Feel it catch on the fringes of my heart.
You dig into the flesh of my dreams
From the tip of these desperate nails—
I catch your voice.
We hold conversations
You and I
Woven of past regrets and layered hurts.
If I tug harder on my stranded hopes—
How far will I find you dangling out of reach?
When I unravel—
Will I yield again,
The fabric of my self
Spun of cotton candy joy
Melted in the rain and
My felted love
Threaded raw with broken trust.
I pinned my existence to yours;
Needled through and through,
How I bled for us.
At night,
I think of you.