book bit, version 2
She was cool and sweet, ice on the tongue and pain behind the eyes. Being with her made me feel like a god, like nothing could touch me. But every lie, every false smile, curdled my stomach, I knew she was bad for me, I felt soiled and greasy from her precense in my life. Time and time I again I swore I would leave her and went crawling back days later. She was like ice cream laced with heroin and motor oil.