Demon Eyes Poem by Jeri Martindale

Staring at a demon I thought had been locked away long ago,
At least that is what I had hoped, what I had been told.

To be loved is all I have ever wanted but hurt follows me around.
I get what I deserve each time, to it I am bound;
I still deserve it now?

Afraid of what I have become, afraid to keep holding on.
I don't know whether to listen to my head or to my heart, both are screaming, I am just a pawn;
I thought for a while that this time I belonged.

I close my eyes and still see them, red eyes glaring at me as I hold my breath.
Praying it will be over soon that this instance won't end in death, a demon I long ago fell in love with.

My heart keeps beating faster, I grit my teeth and close my eyes.
My legs and arms trembling more and more with the passing time, all of this tattooed on me, permanent, now it's mine.

Vows I have spoken, I will not break them; I can't give up and walk away tonight.
Because just under this demons hardedend skin shines a beautiful light.
My soul mate, my lover asking again for forgiveness.
I throw my hands in the air, the story of my life.