the one who left first.

when your head 

hits your pillow in 

the ominous mystery 

of night, 

do you count sheep 

in an effort to fall asleep? 

if so,

i hope you never 

come across a lamb.

but if you do, 

i hope you leave 

it alone. 

they are young and 

naive and impressionable 

and credulous and 

ingenuous, 

which is to say 

a lot like me 

when i was 

three. 

i've seen the lasting 

impressions that you've 

left upon me, 

and nothing else innocent 

deserves to be ruined 

by you - would you 

agree? 

i hope it all 

keeps you awake 

in the dark. 

i stay up myself 

trying to erase 

your mark.

☽