Dreams

My dreams are left torn at the seams
Like the dress I brought that you
ripped
And pulled
And tugged at
Like you did to my heart.

I keep my dreams to myself
To avoid judgement which I feel penetrates me to my soul
Dreams which held beauty and grace
Now hold images of violence
Spattered with a tinge of black
Like my coffee stained shirt.

My dreams were once filled with beauty
A water coloured sky
Which lulls me to sleep
But now they are all black and white
And various degrees of grey

My dreams used to make me happy
But now they're filled with you.