My demon is anxious for I am made of his fantasies, a fiction he said. That I am way too perfect to stay.
It made me anxious. That the love I give is not enough to end the fears hanging above his head. I could die multiple times for him. I could destruct myself all over again so he would believe I could be it.
But I know, no matter how much I try; I am just someone that overwhelmed him for I am made of thrills, excitement, peace and tears - someone made to feed his fantasies.
And I feel sorry for myself because I never saw it coming. I thought it was real and I believed it.