I warned you. I'm a toxic storm. I am a violent hurricane. I drown people. And I can't stop myself. I am reckless. I am destructive. And I warned you. It was never my intention to hurt you. But, I knew that I would. First, I showered you with gorgeous, poetic words, telling you how wonderful you were, And god, you were wonderful. And then, I was manipulative enough to make you fall in love with me. I had you wrapped around my fingers. How pathetic is that? I was so in control of your feelings. I made you fall in love with me, hard. You were head over heels for me. While I was still in love with the one that hurt me. The one and only love of my life who still doesn't even want me anymore. I am the definition of pathetic. I had someone completely in love with me, and i threw you away. Like a rotten apple. But it's me who's the rotten one. To the core. I was planted with the seeds of depression and destruction. And maybe it's in my blood. To be a storm. Maybe I'm just meant to be alone. Not meant to have a soulmate. Not meant to have the universe. Because I thought I had gorgeous galaxies running through my bones, but I was mistaken. They are not galaxies. They are shards of toxic that tear into people like glass. I am the hurricane. I am the black hole. I am the empty void. No, I'm worse. A hurricane is nothing like what I am. I'm my own storm of violence. My own storm of toxic rain and thunderstorms. With lighting that will target the most beautiful of gardens. I am not beautiful. I am a wreck. And after my storm, there is no rainbow. There is only nothing. Because I'm more than just my own storm. I'm an enormous black hole that will swallow up anything in my path and replace it with an empty void. I am nothing. But I am everything. I am the destruction. And the nightmare. I am the thoughts inside your head that will tell you that you are nothing. I will destroy you both internally and externally. I will do so much more than break your heart. I will obliterate it. I will shatter your soul until you feel almost as empty as me. And now, I bet you understand why hurricanes are named after people. Because there are people out there like me that exist and only ever bring pain to the ones that are supposed to be the rainbow. But i am no rainbow. Only destruction, and a black void wrapped up in self hatred and the constant state of depression and anxiety that I'm unable to escape and all i ever want to do is reach out to the bony hands of death that are extended to me. Only I can't. Because I, the goddess of destruction, am a coward.
