Romance

Comfy, ripped, baggy T-shirt and boxers

Twisted, and tangled up in sweaty sheets

Tear streaked pillows covered in snarled hair

Soaked to the skin in a cold, sweaty fear

Sad thoughts churning the waters of her mind

Manifested shadows on her wall weep

Nothing stands untouched by the wave of tears

She has neither guide, nor compass to show

Her to the golden beach of quiet sleep

An electric nightlight guards her nightmares

It’s not a demon who stalks her mind

Only a memory that doesn’t exist

Of something that was never real

And a scar from a wound that isn’t there

From feelings of someone who doesn’t care