You asked me why I drink. Before you came along, I didn’t think I’ve ever met anyone who could drive all the demons away.
• Poetry • Tags: demons, love, poetry
Let my collarbone be your confessional. Leave your demons here. I will cradle them between my shoulder blades. Let the bed be sweat-stained, fear-stained, sin-stained, and shaking for the hundred and one reasons you never had the courage to name.
• Poetry • Tags: demons