Light/Darkness;

I’m his demon or he’s probably mine

My angel, or maybe I am his, on some days..,I don’t really know

Tbh I can’t quite say who’s the demon and who’s the angel..because we have tendencies of both

But darkness is my favorite, the quiet and peace it gives …is nothing compared to what the daylight gives

I’ll probably just call him the demon because he says he’s full of darkness, and I can see the dying need to tell me all about it, and the uncertainty of how I’ll react, the fear of being left or maybe it’s the difficulty in having to spell it out, to cast his demon out for me to see, having to face it

What he doesn’t know is that I get it all quite well; and his darkness, his imperfections make me feel safe,like I’ve been here before..#funny this is don’t know how this story ends# they’re so familiar, he probably won’t believe it when I say I have a cage big enough for his demons too😂😂and maybe our demons will be besties😂😂(because that’s what people say before they leave)😂pretty fucked up I know 🤪

My demon probably thinks his hell is too hot, not knowing I’m too familiar with it, the heat, the darkness it brings, the chains..,not just his hell but all the demons I’ve met and the few times I’ve been one, it’s the same hell

But if we switch roles and he happens to be the angel, which so far he is ;I hope he’ll be able to take the hell I come with, my demons; my silent demons that turn too rogue for my cage..,

That his angel spirit will perhaps help, or better yet.,that his skills for dealing with demons will actually work on mine

His light will quell my demons..,that they’ll feel safe

And that we’ll get to a point of complete vulnerability..,without walking on eggshells around each other, and that when it’s my turn I’ll actually be able to give sth tangible,break my walls, because he hardly says it but he hates how secretive I am, well he hates how much I hold back, but he gets it.., it atleast I hope he does.,

I hope he knows deep down, I’m just scared that I’m a bigger demon than he is, or maybe he’ll ever be, that the layers I’m made of are hardly impressive

That I just switch up sometimes, that I’m sensitive and a complete demon other times, that I’m a balance of both light and darkness

And if indeed my demons don’t co-exist with his

I’ll still rule; lighy