My night terrors were realizing that I may not be what you expected on the menu, and what you may not welcome on the plate. My night terrors were expecting you to come to your senses that I wasn't part of your palate. That maybe I bring harm to your love digest system.

My night terrors brought my knees to the floor, and my mind elsewhere it could anchor. My night terrors wreck havoc to the film of peace you've brought with the rare kisses and I love yous that I never heard. Possession was the currency, and even so, it couldn't nail me down.

But my night terrors were acute. I'm a survivor, a veteran, and an incoming patient striding down from the ambulance, all at once. I breathe and I die at the same time. I live and I rot at the same dime. I cried and laughed at your same kind.

My night terrors were realizing that however perfect God sculpted me, sometimes I'm just not the one and may not never be the one. Sometimes I'm just a fleeting pamphlete, warring from one hand to another, fifty seconds maximum of reading time before I get thrashed.

My night terrors were finding me sitting here, watching you falling in love with anyone that is not me. My night terrors were finding you to be just an actor to this other epic romance that I could only get to watch on TV. Where I sigh because no, you're not real.

My night terrors were about finding out that however long I hold on, what's written on the stars were not the names of you and me. I could hold on on the moon. I could bear it long. Watch and see. My night terrors were loving hearts who might not be loving me.