She wears scars on the inside,
    dragon inn
       dragon out,
drops her dress to forget, but
instead remembers,
diving deep into crimson sheets.
He wears teal, the color of his eyes,
    telling tales
      trick or treat,
wraps her hair around him like a cape,
escaping easily into morning coffee.
She never looked for him in daylight,
    the sun
      so hurts his eyes,
burning still, but can’t admit it,
her rarest jewels in heaps at his feet.
“drops her dress to forget, but
instead remembers”
Poor Buffy. Another guy seemingly turning evil overnight was the last thing she needed.