Feel the rope tightening around my neck

Choking

Struggling for air

This isn't suicide

It's just the feeling I get

Every time I see you

When you're in the room,

I sit still

When you come near me,

I flinch

And every single time you're there,

I feel this metaphorical rope

strangling me

repeatedly

Heart beats fast

but not our of excitement

or pleasure

No, I'm frightened

You see,

most kids have nightmares about monsters

under their beds

While I had nightmares of you,

again and again

But the thing is,

unlike those kids

when i wake up,

my nightmares don't end