Whenever she closes her eyes he's there-
the other boy, the one without the scar,
except thinking of him as just that seems to give
too little credit to the boy who broke her heart
Sometimes he speaks to her
twisting her feelings until she finds it simpler
to bite her lip and look away
sometimes he's as silent as a book,
within his pages words she'll never read.
And sometimes he takes her hand in his
and kisses her with cold cold lips.
She wakes to find her cheek pressed against cold metal
and wonders if what she woke from was a nightmare
or a dream?