Simple

It’s painful to hear the doubt
to see fear surfacing
as they grasp at anything,
and hope the force fed lies aren’t real
while the stark reality of it all
floats ever higher
threatening to burst free
and rain down dirty,
inevitable truths
that monsters
aren’t always made up
of complicated and tangled lies
but are instead
made from the simplest of truths

✨Deferential Devil✨

Lost

He carried me on his shoulders
and loved me through and through
I always felt important
when I saw his eyes of blue

So when the call came
and woke the dead of night
It painted a ghastly picture
of a tired mans glassy flight

The holiday became a sad one
and pain lingered every year
sometimes fading, sometimes present
but always exceptionally clear

✨Deferential Devil✨

Paper Doll

I dealt with
Constant bipolar swings,
and lies upon lies
His jealousy, and economic strife,
and the piece of him he wanted to hide

He gave me
Examples on how I should dress
A kitchen knife to slit his wrists
Reason to doubt but swore he was true
Confusion and pain, yet was I, who was vain

He told me
My check was too small
but he spent it just the same
while his slept soundly in the bank
I was the problem, and he couldn’t win
The way I ate would make me fat
though most thought me too thin

I learned
After waking from that nightmare
after cutting all ties with him
to take the offered lessons
so I’d never do that again

✨Deferential Devil✨