I've made friends with my demons
Ever since you told me not to.
Not because I'm rebellious,
But because I've realized that
Other people's opinions shouldn't change my own.
Like your cigarette smoke,
My own poison makes its way to my diaphragm,
Filling my lungs until they overflow
And my heart is swimming in
The black, void pupils of your eyes.
I exhale,
A bushel of bloody flower petals
Protrudes from my mouth,
And my lungs spill their
Venom out through my eye sockets.
It is clear now.
My mind has been in your hands
For far too long;
I've never been me,
I've always only been everybody else-
I've always been you.
Your cigarette smoke is suffocating me
Even though I've never been close
Enough to smell it.
The stench of hypocrisy
Drips from your pores;
It is a repulsive pheromone that
Only draws me closer to you;
Like a rose,
Beautiful from a distance,
But if you get too close, its thorns
Are sure to prick you,
Bleed you out,
Leave you to die,
And whisper sweet nothings into your ear
Like a nameless man at a bar
Who offers you cheap whiskey
And calls you sweetheart.
You told me to stay inside.
You told me to stay inside because it is
Too dangerous for me outside,
So I watch you outside
From the inside,
Sending you messages through hot breath
And finger prints on a frost bitten
Window but you don't see them.
You are too busy outside to
Remember me
Inside.
And now I see that I haven't made
Friends with my demons after all,
For you have always been
The demon,
And my demons
Have always been me.
And with an abrupt exhale,
As if blowing a dandelion,
I've extinguished you.
