He picks me, he beats me,
All with a deathening glare,
He marks my soul, stabs my heart,
Leaving me alone in despair,
But he's got the same pair of warm hands,
That pull me up in a tight embrace,
He's toxic, he's dangerous, I should run away,
But his love always slows down my pace,
They say they don't pity me anymore,
Because I'm the one putting myself through,
But tell me if after decades you found treasure,
What would you choose to do,
Maybe I'm weak, or maybe just mad,
But there's so much that you don't know,
For all that I've faced to date,
I have truly learnt to grow,
Maybe I'm risking my life,
Maybe you're right that I deserve more,
But for once I've got a little bit of love,
And so I just let him roar,
It hurts, I know it does,
More than you even know, more than you say,
But when after years of waiting,
You get to see the light of day,
For even a second, for equal darkness in return,
Tell me would you choose to run to the dark,
Would you trace your steps back to hell,
Or let it burn you a bit, but witness the spark,
Maybe I'm setting myself on fire,
Maybe I could've fought for my right,
But don't you see my scars are to deep,
Or do you just ignore that sight,
He leaves a scar, he lays a kiss,
He's not the best, but better than many,
If I have to fight with demons for warmth,
I'd take him over literally any,
I know he's losing his mind,
Coming crashing down right before my eyes,
But even if I try to get up,
Within me you'll find no courage to rise,
Maybe you're right I'm stupid and he's harsh,
You say we're both meant for each other,
But maybe we don't see his side of the story,
What has he lost, maybe a mother,
Maybe noone helped tame his demons,
Maybe my patience will do the job,
So I shall choose to stay till I breathe,
Even if the cuddles fight against sobs.
Friday, 19 April 2019
The Demon or The Angel?
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