The Real Demon
He saw me, and I froze.
Those eyes try to seduce me,
But his smile changes everything.
I know not where my own demons lie, But I've seen his often.
They love to play with me,
And they don't want to let me go.
They even pity me, the things he does to me.
At least, with them, I have come to expect such things, and even welcome them.
It's the anticipation and uncertainty that eats me alive.