our demons,
they don't play well together

the small word,
one syllable glowing on my screen

my hands shook,
my heart fought to escape my ribcage

just as always,
you offered a fix before taking it away

nothing has changed,
i feel like i lose you again every time i wake up

"i want to make you the happiest girl"
the words grabbed her by the throat.

they stuck there, each syllable a finger
pressing down and down, one by one.

it wasn't a promise, but a confession
and forgiveness was already rising
like bile in the back of her throat.

she knew he could never mold her,
but the words had left their mark.

they kneaded at her skin, pulling and tugging,
she tried her best to bend and break,
and finally, he revealed his masterpiece:

brusied, she replied
"but you have made me the saddest".

she was strong enough
to kick down walls
and watch it all crumble.

she was weak enough
and failed to crawl
out of the dust and rubble.

she fed the demons under her bed
while the angels starved outside