I have this theme in my latest dreams
  where I lay in your arms,
  un-possessive, but your heart is mine

as I drift to sleep, you morph
  into my own insecurities;
  transformed into a man

I once knew before I met you—
  whose affections mixed with anger,
  his tongue still lashing violence.

To awake, no longer yours,
  left unheld, tending
  to these inherent demons
  that I cannot call mine.