Dancing with the Devil

I remember listening to the song on repeat and staring at the cover art. I could not understand why I was so enthralled with the image of a blindfolded woman dancing with the devil.  Now two months later it all makes sense.

            I was the girl in the blindfold. I was dancing with you and you told me you were an angel. With my blindfold on, I could not see nor understand the harm in dancing with you.

            I thought I knew how to dance. I watched others dance before and believed I knew all the right steps. I began to take the steps but soon realized we were not dancing the same dance.      

I asked you why you did not dance like the others and you told me I did not know how to dance but that you did. You reassured me that I had been taught wrong and so blind, I trusted in you. I let you lead and teach me the new way.

            I struggled to follow your dance. You told me that this was how everyone danced but as I tried to learn the new steps it never came to me.

 I kept trying to make slight changes to my steps in order to make our dance flow in unison. However, the way I danced never made you happy.

            I started to question why I couldn’t get the dance right. You were an angel, so you must know how to dance, so the problem had to be me.

One day, in my frustration I took off the blindfold.  I realized I had been deceived. You had told me I was dancing with an angel. In part it was true. But the part that you forget to mention was that you had fallen too.

           When I realized I was dancing with the devil was when the dance with you ended. However, now when I try to dance I no longer know how.  As much as I try to go back to the old, everytime I dance with someone new I find myself dancing with you.