Thoughts

DEMONS

Love me like my
demons do.
I've screamed at them,
fighted with them
Showed my real self to them,
They are the ones who have
Seen my scars
but still, they love me
like they used to do.
I've been faithful
to my demons.
I've been saved and
absorbed by them.
My demons are like patron saints
of my blissful imperfection.
I don't let them hide
I let them do their work
The work they've been assigned to do
Is to make me their artwork.
Do they scream at you too,
late at night?
Do they sometimes chit chat
with you?
It's because they love you.
Tell them
That you love them too.