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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