On a gloomy cold Sunday…
I cuddled up with your demons…

The way they smiled at me was hypnotizing.

Got to know them better and better with every story and every laugh…

Only thing is I couldn’t tell if we shared a laugh or if I was the one getting laughed at. 

After all I was spending time with your demons… 

Later that night I found one of your skeletons trying to escape your closet.

I tried to comfort him as I sat down on this cold floor…

It was really dark in there but the more I comforted him the more the others revealed themselves.

The more they revealed themselves…

The angrier I felt.

The more disappointment I became.

They seemed scared and lost…

So I held in my grief.

Held hands with them…

Became their shoulder…

Made them feel alive…

They spoke to me about you…

But to be honest,

I was hung up on them.

And it wasn’t that I couldn’t see my worth.

Wasn’t that I couldn’t find a better you with less skeletons and fewer demons.

In fact if these chics knew what I knew, they’d  run from you.

It’s that I saw right through you.

Fell for your demons and those lonely skeletons…