I use to care that my fear steamed to you.
But my nightmares only look like you.
I use to scream at you.
But my nightmare looks closer at you.
I use to wonder about you.
But I remember my nightmares about you.
I try to tell myself I don’t fear you.
Yes, I don’t fear you.
But my nightmares slowly resemble you.
Lately, I hardly see you.
But lately I’ve dreamed you.
I have tried to confess that I hate you.
But, my nightmares have become you.