It would be nice If my demons loved me the way I love them If they curled up like cats or ran to me like dogs if the sang in they morning to wake me up or howled at the moon signalling sleep instead they creep around the issues afraid to accept the love I have the understanding I've gained for them or maybe its me and even demons can't love me
doubt is the worst emotion we can have. It can bring about an ocean of questions and is hard to get out from under