You are traumatic.

You are traumatic. 

 

A reoccurring nightmare that never lets me sleep,

who wanders into my woken hours and plagues me with no time to rest and forget,

destroying happiness within objects and places we visit in the darkness.

An anxiety-building monster;

who knows when to abscond but leaves the door open just enough to creep back through without a sound, 

finding ways to make my heart race and body shake.

A simple man,

who has his fingers clenched around the flint that ignites the fire within me each day, 

who doesn't realise he is killing me with the burn.