Happy Nightmare
I had a dream last night. It caused me to wake up in cold sweat, screaming. You screamed along, at me. Crawling closer, hanging onto the ceiling. Your mouth opened wider. And wider. And then, snapped. You scared me. You liked it. You bathed in my fear. I tried to defend myself. You blamed me. You were my dream. I thought it as that. Until decades passed, years of you breaking off pieces of me. It wasn't until there was a last shard, that I realized. You were not my dream. You were not my hope. My joy. My life. You were my nightmare. And I was okay with that. I would do anything. Anything to make you feel something.