Bomb

Girls like me don't deserve love. Because girls like me destroy anything good and pure. I'm a walking, talking bomb. I ruin everything and leave shrapnel in my wake. Everyone in my path steers clear. Everyone except for...him. He sees past my short fuse and directly into the wreckage left behind by my past. He's one of the good ones. An angel on earth. He doesn't know that I crush halos and sabotage happiness every chance I get. I'll probably sabotage us too. It's a tough lesson to learn... But I'm an excellent teacher.