He was a dark angel and he was my doom.
He was so beautiful,
I thought I could change the dark parts of his soul.
I thought my love could do a lot of things.
He said he loved me and kneeled on one knee.
I took the ring from his hand and said yes,
that was just the beginning of the ruining.
He swore he changed before the wedding,
but he tore me apart.
His dark heart was changing me.
I was becoming a broken soul.
The day's became old and I became relentless, and tired.
Then one day I told the dark angel to his face I was done,
but I'm afraid he wasn't done with me.

I'm dedicating this poem to PoetsPub because it was inspired by their June competition picture.