Demon

Just imagine—
whatever room you enter,
there is always, in one of its corners,
a demon staring at you.

Only you, and you alone,
can see the demon.

Success in life is being able
to ignore said demon.
You avoid eye contact
at all times.

You get so good at it
that sometimes you imagine
the demon isn’t even there.
But it is.

It is waiting.
It is waiting for a moment
of weakness—
so it can remind you:

How she loved you
and left.
How you gave her your heart,
and she discarded it.

It is waiting,
patiently,
for you to slip up—
so it can break your heart
and trample on your soul
all over again.