I met the Devil once.

She's gorgeous; absolutely breath taking and any one who meets her falls in love with her right away. She's irresistible and charming and impossible to forget. Her face is the kind of beautiful that haunts you in your nightmares but the second you wake up, you're already wishing for sleep again. She's the kind that you kill yourself for- you'll stop whatever you should do for what she does. You'll do what she wants you to without her even having to ask. 

You won't realize what you're doing until its too late.

I worry.

I worry. 

I worry.

One day, I won't have to worry.

I hope.

I hope.

I hope.

One day, I won't have to hope.

My mind is where no mind should go when thinking about another person. It's not fair for either of us and I feel evil evil evil.