Black

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.