You.

You. You beautiful demon. I fell for you. I believed in you. I guess I thought I could somehow change you. That was my fault. From the beginning, I guess I always knew the outcome; I knew I would eventually break. Be broken by you. But I let it happen anyways. I let myself fall for you even though the fall would cause me to shatter.You. You beautiful demon. You caused me so much pain, but I only seemed to hold on to the good moments- the times you held me in your arms, the long nights when we would talk about nothing and everything, the sweet kisses. But the arms which held me were also the arms that bruised me. I've tried to mask the bad memories with the good memories, but there just aren't enough. The worst part about all this isn't you, it's me. I keep thinking you'll change. I keep forgiving you. I keep believing you'll never do it again. I keep believing you'll stop raising your hands towards me just as much as you raise a bottle to your lips.Before you changed, you once told me that you would protect me from whatever I was afraid of. But what if the only thing I'm afraid of is you?