On my shoulder sits a demon, for the purpose of this tale I will call her Grace.

Grace knows all my faults and weaknesses. She is a constant reminder of these flaws. She is the girl I loathe and crave in the same breath. Her beauty leads me to temptation. She torments me always.

When I hold her I feel powerful, I feel excited. When I’m with her I try to be better, I try to be more than I am capable of being, I try too hard. I am less of a man without her.

Grace is my addiction. I would be better off without her. I have tried to leave her but no-one else compares. She would be better off without me, I have seen her with my best friend, she would be better off with him.

I am tempted to lock her in the cupboard with the other drivers that have come before.