You’re in my dreams
But they aren’t pleasant dreams with fairies and fucking puppies.
They haunt my head.
You haunt my head.
I’m scared now, reflexes of fear cling to me when I’m reminded of you.
I’m scared of stupid tin whistles, English accents, that grin, your hair.
You are not just one person, but you are one fear.
You are my fear of going outside by myself at night.
You are my fear of dark alleyways and strange looks.
You are my fear of the whistles on the street.
You are my fear of tight clothing.
You are my fear.
My heart races whenever someone looks at me differently,
Hoping that my actions hadn’t lead anyone on.
Because it’s happened before.
And that apparently made me the bitch.
Me the stiff.
Me the one who couldn’t push you away.
Me who cried for days after each time.
You are not just one person, but you are one fear.
