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
