german.
I've been here before.

A tall American brunette who was all "y'all's" and "darlin's."

Her words are lost in time.

Now all I hear is "Liebling" from a pretty tongue in a pretty tongue.

You whisper foreign charms in my ear.

Scary and captivating, I think you may well be a witch.

I shouldn't trust you with your soft voice.

Strong words with too much meaning for someone who doesn't mean it.

The last girl was a grotesque demon.

I trusted her, believed her Goddess-like disguise for years.

While she consumed my heart in one.

And now your words sound strangely angelic but I'm not fooled by you.

All I could do was promise.

Promise a monster I would never let it get hurt again.

Maybe demons don't speak German.