These demons dance over my shoulders, They torture me. When they’re performing, Don’t ask me what’s wrong, Don’t ask me if I’m okay, Don’t steal them from their dance floor, Don’t interrupt their dance.
I want to be the blanket That wraps about you, In the dead of night; The sheet you clench. I want to fill the spot Beside where you lay your head, And I want to be the face you see, When you first wake From the night’s rest.
All at once, You ripped my heart out, And threw it like a large stone Skips across a lake, Creating ripples in my calm waters. I disappeared beneath the surface, And you walked away from the shoreline, And grabbed a different stone.