I was talking to myself and the thought of the way I loved back in the past popped in my head,
I gave too much, ended up with too little. I loved too deeply, ended up down that well alone.
The echoes of the laughters I shared kept ringing inside my head, and the sacrifices I made danced in front of my eyes in form of demons.
Down here in this well, I shared my thoughts with the demons, they laughed at me and my stupid heart.
You’re a dumb little girl, always repeating the same mistakes of believing in love over and over again,
I looked them dead in the eyes and said: “I will forever believe in love because of the way I love”
The demons laughed again, whispering to each others: “oh ! Will she ever learn ? Will she ever stop giving ? Will she ever become the bad guy in someone else’s story ?”
