I am loyal, but I will betray you. I am strong, but I have scars. I am
an angel, but the devil. I met her when I was 16 and she was a breath of
fresh air. She swooped in, making me smile. But then she left, taking my
next breath with her. Her smile could light up a room, making my black
heart pitter patter. I found her again 10 years later, with a syringe in
her arm. Blood coming from between her legs. She was broken and I was
glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.