I fell in love with you from the moment we first touched. When we danced, I felt like nothing else existed—like time froze. I spoke about you with so much passion, I inspired others around me.

I can’t remember the last time I had a dream that you weren’t a part of. I gave my life to you. But regardless of how much I’ve sacrificed to be closer to you, you seem to distance yourself just enough to appear so close.

I’m exhausted. But, as addicting as you are for me, I’ve found a new love. She wears a glass slipper and says my name so elegantly, I almost feel an uncontrollable urge to give in every time she’s around.

I hope you can understand. She waits for me when I get home, and every time our lips touch, it’s euphoric. I often dream about the time I spend with her.

I’ve tried to run back to you. I have. But I never seem to get too far before realizing I’ve been away from her for too long.

She’s no good for me, but I’m trapped, and I know it. I couldn’t escape if I tried. But do I really want to escape?

Is my love for her stronger than my love for you? Do I still love you? Is she all I need?

I feel broken in half. I’m not alright, but she drowns my sorrows.

I guess time will tell.

I’m not alright, but she drowns my sorrows. She’s killing me slowly but numbs the pain.

As of now, I continue to spend my nights giving in to temptation.

I miss you and hope I’ll find you again.

Until then, I dance with the devil.