TERRORS

Waking up, something is different

They sleep and wake, night after night

I inked their reflection on my wrist,

Forever a hello, rather always a goodbye

My spark bled & decayed

Never thought, I’d be on the other end

From the bottom of the steps

Watching as they pretend to be my “friend”

Caused my heart to break and fade to dust

I always denied them

The truth is the struggle made it hard to bend

A rapid liberation of heat, gaslit

We burst one another,

Now there are only lies in my bed

Where lays a stranger,

But the last one’s not out of my head

I like to think I have no regrets

But they sleep peacefully in my head

Now there’s nowhere I can escape

The past lingers, dream keeper, pain withered

Hurtful screeches and dawn red blood whispers

“I come from you but, I don’t know what it’s like to be you”

Daily betrayed, poorly portrayed

Always offended yet never defended

Failed by you, my truest blue

Willfulness never left, still holding on

A mistake

What a foolish take, my soul craved