His smell was stained on my skin. And his lips were printed on mine. He was like a love story. He was sweet and kind and knew how to love a girl. I was the trouble the broke the two lovers apart. I was cruel and ruthless and I was meant to destroy. My skin smelled like him. But my soul, my soul danced to his love song while I pulled pieces of him apart. He was too naive to know that I was too broken to love him.