Nightmares

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare of you.

You weren’t there.

But in your place was darkness where all the color used to be until you entered back into my sight.

And those are the dreams I treasure and cherish most because you’re my favorite nightmare.

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare.

You were not real and my world was ended.

But if I were to look into the fragments of glass I keep dreaming about I’ll see you in my mirror of broken glass.

Because in my nightmares you’re my missing fragment and you’re screaming so hard for me not to hurt your soul, crash into your life and break your heart.

I dreamt about you.

I had the strangest nightmare of you.

I dreamt of that day again when I laughed at you.

I laughed because you looked cute in your casual clothes and your Birkenstocks.

I laughed, and you smiled because you knew.

You knew I was deeply in love with you.

But of course,

like all men and boys know,

You knew that,

didn’t you?