I never wanted the world. I only wanted you, and that is where the happy ending disappears. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment I realized I was comfortable in the devil's arms. His eyes resembled yours and he was warm, like you, but he noticed me. He comforted me when the days were hard and offered for me to drink from his cup.
Why couldn't you stop for just a moment to save me?
I took a sip. I thought it would be fine. A sip can't hurt after all, right?
Wrong.
That sip turned into a drink. That drink turned into a glass, and that glass turned into bottles.
All I wanted was time. Your time, but you were always too busy.
Did you know the Devil's the kiss is sweet? It tastes like the moment I fell in love with you, and his breath smells of our first Christmas together when we accidentally caught the stove on fire because the kissing got too passionate.
The Devil is a gentleman.
He opened every door and laughed at every corny joke. He carried my bags and cooked for me.
Did you ever cook? No, I don't you recall that you did.
I can't remember much about you to be honest, but sometimes when the Devil speaks I think I hear you quietly singing to me as we slow danced in the livingroom the night you proposed?
When did you become a distant memory that I can't tell if you were real, or just a reality I made up in my head to forget my loneliness?
The Devil's arms are warm, you know? They remind me of when you used to love me.
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