i'm a selfish muggle
i wouldn't be any better.
because you're mine
every part of you every piece is meant to me mine.
your smile
your breath
your kiss
your hug
your laugh
your voice
your eyes that sparkle everytime you heard our song.

the large wooden door to my throneroom is tossed aside with a bang, an army of demons storming inside. i observe their gathered number calmly. i could **** each and every demon taking part in this revolt with ease. the problem is, i have no fight left in me. i've relapsed into my addiction to human blood, and i have no strength to cut off the rebellion. i'm exhausted, and i keep hearing my own words from that fateful night in the church so many years ago, knowing they could never become reality,

we deserve to be loved
i deserve to be loved
i just want to be loved

so, when the demon army orders me to step down from my throne, i agree. even if they sentenced me to death, i probably wouldn't fight it. yet, the demons are too afraid to attempt execution. instead, they allow me to return to my old profession as a crossroads demon. my work as a crossroads demon was the only thing i've ever felt truly confident in. i loved the job, and I was the best in the business. after all, i am king of the crossroads.

brighter than lightning strikes
comes throught my heart and lights it up like a pack full of unused matches and boom sets on a fire deep in between my lungs. burn my heart down, keep burning my heart to ashes as i yelled at him he walked away with a smirk on his face.

you’re the smell before rain
you’re the blood in my veins.
i miss you. simple as that. it feels like having broken wings isn’t as easy to get over as i though it would be. i remember when i was seven i always kept thinking of how would it feel if i loved someone? and how would it feel to lose the love ? i guess faires were right , i should be careful of what i wish for. such a painful spell i have casted upon myself , a cast me myself can never break or want to break. may i or may i not ask for someone to build a time machine. i’d leave the world and go back to you in between your arms and stop. and i’d stay their in between your arms my head on your chest, my hands in yours, ugh i’d never want it to change. such a beautiful unexplainable feeling no words could ever describe, when i got you i felt all wars came to an end, forgiveness took over the world at that moment. oh how much I wish this would come back, the feeling of love would never come back again, you took it all, no one after you could be loved as much as you. you live in me forever.

the things I love about you :
their is no number one, shh. i won't describe you, your mine.

mm

i created a visionary man
a man in my head
he is perfect,
just like how i want him to be.

i am shame
i’ve always been a shame
to you and you
to the world full of men
“i’m a women”
who you’ve been using.

i’ve developed so much hate
i created my own evil world

to my parents who left me out
taking me in and leading me by hand is not an option now

when it was to late a couple years ago now everythings broken shattered and gone.