Your Demons

 

I can’t handle your demons.

I can’t even fight them off.

I can’t pray till they come off.

Just like I can’t look you 

in the eyes anymore. 

These demons of yours, 

they tears us apart too much. 

First your words, then your actions; 

I can’t cast them. 

You like to keep them near. 

I know I said to love you 

just the way that you are.

I think that I lied. 

This is hard. 

To look into your face after last night.

You broke tissues, you broke bones, 

your broke my heart; the place 

you used to call home.

So your demons were shy? 

They never came out until 

4 months after. 

The beast that I saw 

the other night, I swear I 

had perceived it around.

I know that aroma, 

it was red but not too bright. 

I can’t cast your demons, 

I won’t even try.

When today is over, 

I would pack my bags. 

Because another day in here, 

mines might appear.