Demons of Imperfections

You became the escape from the dark. A Trojan horse to handle pain. You cause it to make it manageable but reminded me of the demon inside. The demons we share were dark enough to see each other and find lust in interest. Your insecurities was something my powers could not handle. For a time the strength within gave such blows to help you. What ended up connecting us was (again) something I shouldn’t have given. I rose you up for you to sore above me while you laid out your hand to bring me along.

Our demons became passerby as misery loves it’s company. On the surface we became lovers of peace while our demons danced the waltz of imperfection. Hiding the turmoils of truth and clouding the realities of our future. Neglect and fear stood in the sidelines while leaving traps that were set to go off. Our fears and insecurities grew so much that it bled to the outside world cracking our bubble of peace.

Forgotten time with fever pitch. My mind gets put into question, your heart is triggered and upon moments notice I find myself in a sea of darkness. No shore in sight while you float in hopes to find a log to keep you above surface level. The words come out of you like a waterfall of pain and heartache. Stripped from your purity, you break me down like an onion.

Tied to failure and disappointment, you became patient with me and guided my journey to understanding and growth. I made you blossom into the new version of you that we get to love. The space you gave leads me to feel desired and yet I’m thrown off a cliff. Questioning my feelings while excepting your reality. The shadow and soul that competes for peace becomes clouded with distain. Trust is put into question as gravity lies while you ignore the work that has been built. I became an imposter to us when the cameras were on while yet, you impose your expectations as if to be the teacher to a student so pure and inexperienced.

Neglecting my truth, you sneak up on me as if becoming the death of me while also curing the wounds you slowly laid out. Like plants to water you feed me with liquid poison as if to be the clear water that’s required for nourishment. Chasing the first time becomes a means to an end where satisfaction and truth are treading fine lines. I get lost in you like beholding in euphoric acceptance. Appreciation for the first times that was shared, became reasons to hold on and never let go.

The pain of mental battles that comes forth forces me to fight to forget the pain. The peace and love that is nurtured with time and hope, slowly wilting away with sentimental disconnect. I fear a journey may come to its end as acceptance of what’s lacking becomes further pain and darkness that rejects the concept of who “we” are.

You were my runaway, my solace, and now it feels like our demons of imperfection broke down our game of house. The hidden traps has set off and our story has reached its limit. The urge to stay and the fear to leave became the dream of nightmares. Happiness was assured which overcame the pain and prevented the growth.

You became everything and nothing. Showed a way that was never yesterday. Stressed for tomorrow and judged the unknown. You hid in happiness and overlooked the darkness. The devil that was said we both shared, was one sided and didn’t care. Opened to new light and truth of being, freed from your grasp with memories left weeping.

Overtime the pain lingered while the experiences of love cemented our feelings. Our battle with each other began and ended with insecurities, so this model sense of togetherness slowly lost its fire. Boundaries were crossed and lessons learned, now our demons of imperfection shall separate and grow apart with the memories we now know.