Category : Diary/Journal

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Right when I feel that can finally move on and forget you, you apear infront of me; a beautiful demon with an angelic voice that can trick even the most wicked beings.Maybe this is why I always fall for you, for that face of yours, always going back to you no matter what you do.People tell me exacly what you are, I can see and refuse to accept it too.I’ll only believe what comes out off your lips even if what you say isn't true. If those people are lying please explain yourself, you wont because they tell the truth and I know it, yet I reffuse to accept it. Hand me the blindfolds, let me become your fool; I’ll willingly put on the blindfolds and turn a blind, pull my eyes out and become my sight. Lie to me and make me think that you feel the same as I do and guilty or not I don’t care; tell me you’re innocent and I’ll believe you. 

Lie to my face and turn me into your loyal server; a lapdog that does tricks on your command, a pet that will bark and wag its tail just to please you. Put that collar on and take me for a walk, I’ll be your eternal pet, that don’t think, don’t act on their own. It’s a pitty our story could have been a dream come true, those story that one only imagine in fairytales. Without the evil step-mothers, or people who are trying to separate them. Just a happy ending between you and I, yet it’s more of a nightmare; a horrid thriller in which the protagonist dies and the antagonist comes victor.

Describing my sweet demond with the angelic voice:

She say so much but never answer; she is question and answer at the same time, says so much with every glare, movement and action she makes, yet she says no words. She combs my soul neatly and tangles it up in seconds; she’s calmess and torment, with every caress she gives me, can rise me from and throw me off to the abyss. I long for crumbs of her love, I enjoy being her beagger, right at her knees ready to perform when she calls me. I have it all except her; I like to think she’s mine but she’s like those birds free. She lies to me and denies it, she doesn’t loves me. However I want to be her fool and think that she is as mine as I’m hers.You don’t know what you make me feel, playing on every string of my core; using me like a violin.

Our story:

 Underneath of the table our feet playing with eachother, I feel like a child again, so naughty and inocent; what if it's her that I belong with. If my mouth ever makes an error when I'm with her and accidently name another, may she have pitty on me. My digusting heart doesn’t understand that I can only live for her.Sweet melodic being please pitty this crazy foolish heart, when I do confuse you with another, pardon this digustiing heart of mine. Without her I'm a nobody and my life turns to a roulet that keeps on spinning. No one knows when to jump off because it's a constant circle that keeps on spinning and leads nowhere.

What if the abyss that she takes me out and puts me back in, is where I belong ?

 What if I’m just like her and like those birds, I belong free....

I should fly alone or should I grab her hands and fly with her, no matter how painful her claws are.

I'll always question myself, but letting her go would be a grand mistake, I want to forever be tied down to this beautiful demon of mine that  lies everytime she's with me.