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?