It's 3am and I am wide awake
I have vicious nightmares at times,
Not horror movie types,
Just ones that I fear the most.
Being buried alive is bad--when it is the one you love it is even worse.
I hear him scooping the dirt in the shovel, and pouring it on me.
"You really fell for it. All I had to do was pretend that I liked you, and you fell right in."
He chuckles, as another pile of dirt is added.
Im begging him
"Please, what do you want? I'll do whatever you want, just let me out! "
He chuckles again, "You say that....they always say that... But you know what? You lie, all you women just lie your way into jobs, relationships, and ****, even in marriage! You think I'm going to suddenly believe you out of all of them?! "
The casket is slightly sinking from all the dirt that is piled on now.
I'm sobbing uncontrollably as I realize my fate.
"I'm different, you said it yourself. When I met you, you said--"
"Well I lied. I'm getting pretty good at it. Practice makes perfect."
I continue to cry, and my one last attempt at freedom--
"I love you. "
He stops shoveling, and with a raggedy breath,
I open my heart for my last plea,
"I give my heart fully to anyone that accepts my quirks and even the weird parts about me. In the brief time we knew each other, you laughed at my corny jokes, smiled at me, and even wanted to know about me. So even as I am about to die,
Why would I lie with my last words? I might as well say what I truly feel because that is what I do. I fall headfirst in love with someone I barely know, and that is why I always get heart broken no matter what. So what I just said I meant it. "
He paused, then he tosses the shovel down beside the hole, and he jumps down into my grave,
My eyes snap open.
It's 3am and I'm wide awake.
I am experimenting with conversation.
I do have nightmares, along with this type, they are also extremely violent. Hopefully, one day I can have more pleasant dreams. Thank you to everyone that reads this, follows, or even likes it!! I greatly appreciate it!!