I never knew what comfort really felt like until I met you.

Comfort, once foreign, now feels strangely asperous.

If I had known I’d be invited to dance with my demons,

I’m not so sure I would have pursued you...

Fear creeps behind me with every confident step I take toward you.

I find myself frantically searching for an escape—
an easy way out.

Who are you to enter my life with such certainty,

only to sidestep my every reach?

Perhaps this dance is not with my demons,
but with yours.