margaret—ruth

my heart sunk 

when she told me to 

calm down 

because 

funny enough

freaking out used 

to be our thing

over small things 

big things 

anything. 

we were the good ones 

the ones untouched by the outer world. the ones with 

kind souls 

and lawful lips

but now those lips are sealed tight 

around a brown 

glass bottle 

and i am being told to 

calm down. 

everyone does it. 

i’m a city girl now. 

calm down, i am told. 

funny enough

calming her down

to be my thing

i was the less-anxious-but-still-very-anxious-one. 

i would calm her down 

over small things. 

big things 

anything. 

push and pull 

used to be our thing 

but now i think i pull and 

she runs away.