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 sixteen, 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 ten years later, with a syringe in her arm.

Blood coming from her legs.

She was broken and I was glad she was broken. She wouldn't think less of me and my damaged ways.