You'd hug me to sleep,
Making me forget my nightmares.
But while I'd be drifting away
To the land of nod,
I'd wake up to another nightmare.
You had flung me down.
It was like those dreams in which
You think you’re falling,
Except that I really was on the ground.
You would kiss me
And then would come a slap.
You would heal me,
And then prick me till I bled.
You pointed fingers at me,
Your words like shrapnels
All over my soul,
But I loved your memory so much
That I didn’t want to take them out.
Because I’d rather bleed to a slow death,
In memory of what we used to be.