Shattered Thoughts

Nightmare

The covers were warm.

You kept away the cold storm.

Arms wrapped tight around my waist.

Acting like this moment couldn't go to waste.

And it really couldn't.

I wish I wouldve realized but I wouldn't.

I could have cracked my eyes open.

I could have let him hear my words like a blowgun.

Tearing through him like he teared through me.

And this time he isn't gonna break my knee.

Because this time I'm not getting down for him.

I'm done letting him hit me like he hit the gym.

The hands that used to be calming,

Now turn my skin a different color- like their bombing.

The smile that used to be bright,

Now circles my bed in the night.

The legs that used to be strong,

Now kick me in a way that is completely wrong.

In the day he was all smiles.

But at night he jumped on me like Simone Biles.

Crawling into my covers.

Oh God, why do I have to suffer?

I try to tell you but the ghost of his hand wraps around my throat.

I couldn't speak so the truth lies in these words- the ones I wrote.

My hand is cramping.

My mind is blanking.

The dreams take my mind.

Put me in a bind.

Now all I can feel is the cold storm.

I want back the covers that were warm.