I hate horror movies.
I hate the way they keep me awake at night, because
I already lose so much sleep thinking about you.
But I’m here now, holding your hand
And it makes it all worthwhile to feel
Your fingertips dance along my knuckles
And your grasp, tight around my hand when you know you want to scream.

I hate horror movies
Because they don’t have happy endings.
Because, even though the beginning starts out great,
By the end everyone is alone, lost, and helpless
Without the life they led before.