Nothing breaks like a heart

The dreams stopped when I slept next to him. Nothing - only silent blank spaces. No words. No monsters. Funny really, now that I think of it. My monsters were chained, tamed, even. But it was his that billowed smoke and ripped us apart in the dark. Stealthy. Deadly. 

I’m supposed to be writing something light, fun and bubbly for a summer anthology, and that’s what I started out with instead. It’s difficult to find the warmth in pain. 

​Yeah, I think Miley gets it. On repeat repeat repeat