My favorite nightmare

My favorite nightmare is losing Fear creeping in, settling inside me Serrated edges, cutting me from my dreams. My favorite nightmare is when they look past me A sigh of relief so that I don't have to pretend The peace I find when I am all alone. My favorite nightmare is the shattering of my own heart. The sounds of it breaking that bring me familiar comforts These patterns that slowly deteriorate all I'm supposed to be. Dying will be the day I wake from my favorite nightmare