She was a ghost, in heels. She was there, then she wasn’t. She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar. Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her. Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near. Her lips were shaped…
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 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…
