Our Demons

A Poem by Anastasia

I think there's a problem when I was signing up in this website. Cause when I uploaded the same poem, it went to another cloning account here

I don’t expect to see you as knight in shining armor
Nor you as a man with the brightest smile and breathtaking face
I don’t think we will meet by bumping each other accidentally at a coffee shop
Nor one of us spotting each other from distance as if there was a spotlight directed at us

I expect to see you while we’re at our worst
When we think we won’t ever meet at all
When we were so beaten up, exhausted
From trying, running, and fighting
Then perhaps we can identify each of our battle scars
And we’ll be like, “I’ve been there.”

You’d think I’m the craziest person you’ve ever met
A mess within messes
Madness piled up underneath my best behavior
Perhaps you’d say you’re crazy too, perhaps you won’t

But if you do
Let me tell you something, darling
You are the sanest person I’ve ever met
I have loved a kind man who has venom
I have adored a guy who romanticized himself as a monster
Before I showed him what a monster he truly was
Had I not listened to my madness, I’d end up in a shallow grave

So baby
Let me listen your war stories
Let me be your comrade
As we rise from ashes
We’ve fought our demons for so long
It’s time for us to defeat them together