He was the definition of "the boy from the wrong side of the tracks."
My own methamphetamine, shot up in my blood stream. Instant addict.
The way he looked at me... Oh god, I've never felt so vulnerable.
My parents warned me about his type; warned me that, "people like him are toxic."
They say opposites attract... I was ice, He was on fire. I was indie, He was rock-n-roll.
I was caution, He was danger. --Fallen angel, the devil himself.
I suppose his chaos was the cure for my insanity and emptiness...
But just like all chaotic, toxic, harmful things ...they always crash and burn.
So on one September day, he left; taking my smile and my beat up heart with him.
-M.L.