Every day I wake up in bed
I can still feel your hot breath running down my neck
I slowly slide my hand under my pillow
Trying to make it seem like natural movement

My heart begins to race when it's not there
My knife I keep hidden for when you are to return

Suddenly I feel the familiar cold blade
Layed gently on my shoulder
With a kiss I knew could only come from your lips

As it slides down my arm I hear you say
"You don't need this, your safe now. No one will hurt you, I'm here."
I wanted to say "Your the one I'm afraid of..."
But I couldn't get the words out.

Closing my eyes I search again...
This time I find the knife.

I hear someone saying my name
Shaking me, telling me to get up...
The hands came again
This time I woke up only to see that it was not you
That I was safe, and that I didn't need the knife

Yet still I slid it back beneath my pillow
Letting it sit there till the next morning
Knowing, I'd feel you there again.