I imagine that one time you told me about
When you came into my room and watched me sleeping.
You said it made you happy to know that I was there
And in that moment I wouldn't yell at you, or look at you like
You were a stranger to me.
I remember that night
That I dreamed all the dark things in the world were hovering over me
With sharp teeth and hungry eyes
And whose grabby, pushy, possessive hands
Would smother me at any second.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
I imagine that one time you told me about
When you came into my room and watched me sleeping.
You said it made you happy to know that I was there
And in that moment I wouldn't yell at you, or look at you like
You were a stranger to me.
I remember that night
That I dreamed all the dark things in the world were hovering over me
With sharp teeth and hungry eyes
And whose grabby, pushy, possessive hands
Would smother me at any second.
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