It was bittersweet. With her, it was if my heart was breaking but at the same time still beating loudly as every inch of me fell for her. She made hell feel like my home and the smoke of her cigarette my new oxygen. She was addictive herself. With every intake of her I could feel myself slowly slipping away but then coming back together. There are days I wish I never met her but then I realize my days consist of her. That constant thought in the back of my head you can’t seem to shake. Oh yeah, she broke my fucking heart. But she did it so well, I fell even harder. She is heaven and hell combined. The eyes that are blue as the sky with the white glow in the middle almost angel-like. And then there is her smile that turns heads and gives false hope. How could a person be the cause of your disease but also the cure?