Sad Stories and Pretty Scars

Nightmares,You and Me

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There I am,

Resting peacefully,

Dreaming about us having a romanic time at the beach.

Or was it the park?

I don't know,

It doesn't matter anyway.

While in my slumber,

I hear a too familiar breathless gasp from next to me.

My eyes fluttered open.

As they adjusted,

I squinted to look at my clock.

2:46 am.

I had only been asleep for a few hours.

I turned over to meet you,

Still having a hard time breathing,

Dark brown eyes staring wide-eyed at the blank ceiling.

I called for you,

Shaking you to help you get you out of the third nightmare trance you had that week.

It was beginning to worry me how frequently these nightmares would happen now.

You looked over at me,

Tears beginning to fall from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around my neck.

I slowly sat up so I could properly hug you back.

I hushed you to be quiet.

You tried to silence your sobs,

With no success.

I pet the back of your head,

Asking you what had happened.

The words that you had spoke were incoherent,

But I think it was something about someone taking you captive,

And killing me right in front of your eyes.

No matter what it was about,

I could tell that it bothered you.

I kissed the lobe of your ear,

Knowing you liked it when I did that.

I sat you in my lap,

That was now cris-cross in our bed.

I kissed your cheek then,

And started singing our favorite love song in your ear in a low whisper.

What day is it?

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive.

I can't keep up,

And I can't back down,

I've been loseing,

So much time...

I sang that much before you wiped away your tears and sang with me.

'Cause it's you and me,

And all other people with nothing to do,

Nothing to lose,

And it's you and me,

And all other people,

And I don't know why,

I can't keep my eyes off of you...

I kissed your lips,

Ever so gently,

And you kissed back.

I asked you if you were feeling better,

And you nodded.

We both laid back down,

And I managed to find the crook of your neck,

And I snuggled into it.

You giggled at this sight,

And dowsed off to sleep happily.

A part of me hated the fact that you had these nightmares so often,

But a part of me wished that you would never stop,

Because I liked singing to you to calm you down.

It made me feel good,

Knowing I was making you feel good.

It made me happy,

Just like you did.

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I don't even know if you can even classify this as a poem, but it is what it is I guess. I've written worst things...