I fought the demons today.
As I cried into your shirt fighting my own stubbornness.
Fighting the darkness they put in my eyes.
I could hear them whispering poison in my ears.
Telling me to tell you the evil things they told me.
They told me to tell you to go away.
They told me to take my ring off and say that you could have it back.
That I was done with it.
They told me to tell you I wanted a divorce.
They told me to mean it.
I could feel it cover my heart like slick oil.
I could feel the poison trying to infect my mind.
I could hear the demons scream louder the more I ignored them.
I could hear them tell me I was worthless.
I could hear them tell me I was nothing.
That you’d be better without me.
That everyone would be better without me.
That I didn’t belong.
And I hid my face in your shirt.
Held you tight as you said you had to get ready for work.
And I cried.
They were wrong, and you were there.
You held my heart together as it was breaking inside my chest.
I know my heart is cracked and broken.
I know its held together with glue.
It leaks from time to time.
I don’t think it can love from time to time.
But damn, you’re some pretty strong glue.