We all have demons; under lying monsters that make us hard to love. Ugliness we have hidden in the deepest darkest shelves of our soul. We try to shape them, mold them, and disguise them but time will eventually reveal them for exactly what they are. Yes, we all have demons. I have demons; dark, emotional and unpredictable. And you fuel them in the very same breath you put them to bed. You have yours; guarded, misunderstood and cruel. I know because I have seen them, I have embraced them and I have loved them. They have lain next to me and have drowned me in blankets of sadness. I have made love to their wickedness; I have felt them between my legs. I have licked the taste of them off of your lips and swallowed all of their secrets. I have loved the ugliest parts of you; some days that was all you ever gave me. And in these long years I have soaked up every inch of you; the good and most definitely the bad. But it was always worth it. Your love was cruel but raw and consuming. It was in your breath that draped over the back of my neck. It was on the edges of your teeth that cut across my skin. It was in the sweat that dripped from your body and ran down my breast. It was in the depth of you inside me. I felt it always. It became me. It was a sickness I wanted more than anything. That’s the thing about demons they take hold of every sense, every emotion, every action. They make us do things we regret and love people we shouldn’t.
So here we lie; you, me and our demons. Privileged to love even the terrible things we’ve done; the faults that have scared our souls. To be tangled up in a love so unguarded it holds no boundaries or walls; that’s real fucking love. Our demons don’t just dance, they bend and move as one.
A love like this cannot be strung through the boringness of everyday life. There was an ending even before there was a beginning. That is why we are so beautiful you and I. Our demons dance in perfect tune but our worlds do not. This love will never be more than what it is right now at this very moment.