They tend to creep up on me

with a hidden secret 

and as it blooms it dies with the sadness 

of the things it and I hold close.

But some survive through the battle,

somehow, somewhere,

they break the wall

to build back up around us.

These ones I hold close to my heart

for they understand and if they don't

they'd still stand next to me 

when the storm comes  along to crash everything down.

My dear, 

I have one lover,

one demon,

one hatred, but

I have you and a few others

who thought I was worth it 

and for that you will be held close to my heart,

no matter what.