there was something about you that couldn't keep me quiet. i knew spilling too much was dangerous, but my words flowed freely around you. i wanted you to know the whole me. maybe there was something in there, some tiny detail that i'd overlooked, that you would find interesting. something that would draw you to me. maybe it would elicit your sympathy, maybe your respect. maybe just a common interest.

so when you asked who had hurt me, i never hesitated. her name fell from my lips. i never expected you to turn it against me so quickly. you loved me in a way that she did, as only someone who knows everything can. but it was a different love, too. you loved me despite my imperfections, but unlike her. your presence was overwhelmingly physical, but your demands were not.

and so when i had to choose a devil, i chose you.