
I was yours
once upon a nightmare—
because all nightmares
start as dreams.
And for a time,
I did not mind.
I fell in love with
the dream you created,
and before I knew better
I got caught up
doing what I could
to keep it
from ending.
I’m not sure
when the dreamscape
you painted
grew so dark,
only that I noticed
too late.
And upon awakening—
I do not recognize the world.
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