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Fallen Demon


Like a moth drown to a flame, I gravitated towards you

I craved to know what mystical being allowed you into my life

Because you were sweet

Like warm syrup on a stack of pancakes

Almost too sweet

Overly apologetic, stupidly unaware and blindly followed

Treated me as if I was so fragile, words could break me

You took care of me 

But I became so dependant on your love, I thought it was only fair to care for you the same way

I tried to reciprocate the same safe feeling you gave me

I tried to help carry the ever present weight of your past on my own shoulders

But truth is, I wasn't strong enough

And neither were you

You see I've been through some things and I know what it's like to hurt

Some people go to Hell and back 

But you... you're stuck in Hell

I tried to give you hope for a better outcome but, for you, there's none

The only outcome you'd hoped for was the one where you were done 

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