Dreamcatcher

He used to be the moon to her night skies

The rainbow to her monochromatic life

He was all the good that she could think of

All the beautiful metaphors she could make

For she had loved him truly

And dearly

Every night she used to see him in her dreams

Only to learn that his love was fake

And since the day of the revelation

He has become her scar

And she has hung a dreamcatcher by her moonlit window

Just to ward him off from all her dreams.