Tuesday 15 March 2011

demons

i have a few demons

wrapped tightly in my insecurities

disguised by the use

of wit and false charm

cleverly embedded in

the three years of fighting them

i lay down

and play with my hands

and hair

to wish that my hands were your hands tonight

i am young

and i fear that life will have no value

without you in it

my only company will be my demons

coated in denial

they play tauntingly

with my hands and hair

to wish that their hands were your hands tonight

their hands are your hands tonight