Your Nightmares

I’m your worst nightmare, come to haunt you.
The face you see when you
Close your eyes for sleep, in those last whispering thoughts before
Darkness takes you, minutes before dawn.
I’m the deep well of regret, remorse, resentment,
The torrent of it all like river rapids, rushing at you
To greet you like a violent kiss.
The emptiness you left filling up again,
The pieces of me you stole hanging around your neck
Like bones, skeletons of the past, symbols of your ironic
Descent into hell and rise as the one person
I truly believe no one can help.
You are unreachable, and I am hopeful
For everything, anything but you.
You are the absence of light, the complete abeyance of breath,
Suffocation, devoid of growth (like a dead leaf, curling up, to be blown away)
I could look you in the eyes,
See the haze of deep mahogany that used to
Set me ablaze, but now cools the flames, as my gaze slims
To set upon the sight of you, pathetic now
That you’ve given up, cashed it all in, and become
Nothing (everything you ever wanted, and so, so much less.)