I don't say this a lot so you can consider yourself lucky to hear me saying this,
I'm not going to repeat myself though,
Even if you ask me to.
So listen well,
Look to my lips moving,
See my mouth open slowly,
Hear my words.
"I'm staying".

I know what I want*.
And no, I don't want you.

Sometimes my words aren't enough,
To describe how much I want you out of my life.

"I love you."
But you're not the one I wanted to love me.

This is not one of those stories about a demon who loves an angel.
We are both demons,
Demons can't love.
So what do we do now?

I sat again in that lonely pavement.
You appeared.
"Hi, Julie."
I took another cigarette.
"Hi, Eugene."
You sat next to me.
And we smoked together.

Suffering,
I'm suffering.
A little too much,
A little because I don't know.
And if I do I don't want to tell you.
Tears,
I'm really crying over here.
A little too much,
A little because I can't do anything else.
And if I can I don't imagine myself doing it.
Created,
I was created like this.
A little too early,
A little because the pain chose me.
And if she didn't, I'm choosing her.
Loved,
I'm loved.
A little too much,
A little by you.
And I don't know why you love me to be honest.
Me,
You,
A little for me,
A little for you.
I'm yours as I want you to be mine.
**But can you really fight against my demons?