monsters under the bed

a letter to the monster under my bed
did it make you angry that you didn’t scare me when i was a child?
i never asked my dad to look for you under my once wooden frame
i never cried and told my mom when the lights turned off that the darkness echoed your name
but i resisted you
held your wrists with my tightly clenched palms
i got so used to being hurt now that when your nails begin to dig in my skin i stay calm
do you remember when you whispered in my ear?
do you remember being so near?
do you remember being the tiny voice in my head i now hear?
but left after you couldn’t evoke anymore fear
i stopped believing in imaginary friends soon after
i had no longer had interest in the fake laughter
or waiting up for Santa who would never come
ill admit i could tell things were a lie before some
but you were real
and you gave up your shell of a place under my bed
to live rent free in my head
-Monsters under the bed