My ex used to ask me these questions

We'd be lying together, next to each other and then she'd pop "Why do you love me?" out of nowhere. I would tell her all of my reasons and then lay there confused, wondering what brought that on.

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My Demon revokes any prayer
He's grown contempt for love and hope
He betrays trust, twists truth and fair
Indifference is his way to cope
Engulfing sound of sensations
He quells with voices of despair
And muse of short lived inspirations
Flees at the sight of his cold stare
~Moy Demon - Mihayeel Lermontov~