I can't quite remember the moment everything shifted
when I stopped waking up feeling anything but tired or when I stopped going to sleep praying for anything but the end
maybe it was the day you left physically, I mean or perhaps the weeks leading up the weeks that numbed me to my bones
perhaps it was the months that followed and the way little parts of me seemed to just drift away
I stopped looking both ways while crossing a busy road stopped being careful while walking alone in public
I didn't notice when I stopped running to the safety of my bed once the lights went out instead I slowly wandered through the house no longer afraid of the dark or what it could hide
because what can a car or a creep or the dark, where my fears would once reap do that will ever compare to the way you broke me
I've stopped hiding my legs under my blanket while I sleep because my monsters no longer lurk in the dark