He asked me,
"Why do you have a passcode on your phone, something to hide?"
I said "no"
I'm just protecting his innocent eyes from the real me.
He asked me "why are your eyes so dark?"
I said "my nightmares are real and I see them when I close my eyes."
He asked me "why do you have a razor?"
I told him, "behind my eyes are nightmares you would never believe, and I have to fight them away each night, I have to hide from the monsters, slashes, that's what keep them away, I have to keep them away from you!"
And with that, I had ruined the only relationship I had ever had.
He has thrown his phone.
His eyes turned red,
Now he is my nightmares,
He is my secrets,
I can't hurt him,
But I can hurt myself,
I must leave him be,
He's the worst kind of nightmare,
The one that you can't wake up from.
