Last night I had a nightmare
that you were holding me.
Instead of the bliss I had imagined for so long;
all I felt was a paralyzing fear.
I begged for you to stop;
"You love her, not me."
You told me to shut up;
"It's always been you."
As you pressed your lips to mine
I jolted myself awake;
just in time.
In my empty bed my hands quivered
as my fingers grazed my own lips.
And I swear on my fucking life
that I could smell you on my sheets.
(t.s.)
