I was lying on my favourite spot; right beneath your neck, on your chest.
Your heart beat against the pulse on my head, every thump in sync.
You have one arm around me, your fingers absent-mindedly play with my hair.
What’s your greatest fear?
That’s easy. My mother.
You propped yourself up looking down on me, fingers still playing with my hair.
Tell me, so I can protect you from it.
I am afraid that one day you will just wake up and realise that you don’t love me anymore.
You laughed, gathered all of me in your arms, kissed me on the forehead.
Silly girl. That will never happen. How can I live without you?
Forever. I love you, B.
But baby, I don’t blame you.
How could you have protected me from you?
I care not for the monsters ‘neath my bed,
only the ones inside my head.