They told me, “Dance with your demons,” so I did.

I waltzed in the dark where the lost things hid.

I twirled with the shadows, I bowed to the ache—

Every step that I borrowed, a promise I’d break.

“Fall in love with your pain,” they said.

So I made my sorrow a feather bed.

I kissed every scar, I named every cry—

Thought loyalty would keep them from saying goodbye.

Oh, I was faithful. Oh, I was true.

To the hollow nights, to the bitter dew.

I whispered, “Stay—you’re all I know.”

Like a field that loves the coming snow.

But demons get bored. They always do.

They left one morning without a clue.

Not with a crash, not with a fight—

Just silence where they used to bite.

And pain? That lover, so deep, so real—

One day forgot how to make me feel.

It packed its bags in a hollow bone,

Said, “You healed too much to be my home.”

So now I stand where the music ends,

Mocked by the joke of the “loyal friends.”

They left like everyone—fancy that.

Even the dark gets tired of the bat.

But here’s the laugh the demons missed—

In losing them, I learned to exist.

The dance was a trap, the pain was a lie,

But the girl 

who survived?

She learned to fly.