staring behind my eyelids. 

Almost before we fell in love,

I saw a silhouette of a man behind your heart.

He held a skull of a dog and a six pack of beer.

Before I could even blink, he spoke to me:

                “Don’t take this man’s heart, he is as fragile as dreams from a child.

He knows nothing bad and only loves until the sun comes up again.”

I can’t distinguish if this was a dream, or if this

Really happened to me.