Scarred

She made me a better man, but I still wasn't good enough to keep her. Born and raised in Brooklyn, with sleeve tattoos, ripped muscle and a cold-hearted stare, I am who I am. The bad boy she knew to stay away from. I knew we were never supposed to last. But the way her lips tasted, the way her curves felt under my hands ... I couldn't let go. I did everything I could to keep her. I put on a ring on her finger and straightened out my life. All for...