It wasn’t really
love so much as an
Light, innocence, and an ever-present smile
lured her in.
She fed off of other peoples’ happiness
because she had none.
And when the storm clouds rolled in, she
was the first to break down.
Pain was her poison.
She destroyed things on purpose, chasing the aching pain
and thriving on anger.
And when she was done, she left a scar.