You were the perfect storm. You lured me in with your calmness and beauty, then trapped me with your rain and hail.
It's true, the calm before the storm. It seems perfect, safe, content. Then it pours down on you, trapping you with the flooding, the lightning, the hail.
You made me feel safe. I have always loved dancing in the rain. Singing to the sound of thunder.
Even though you were a violent and chaotic storm, I loved you.
I loved you unconditionally.
And you loved me.
At least I thought you did.
Your voice as smooth as honey, letting the words drip venom onto my bare skin.
Your touch, as warm as a summers sun, but as cold as your heart.
You melted me and moulded me with you calloused hands.
You moulded me into your toy.
Fashioned me for your needs.
I would have done anything for you, but you left.
You left and took a piece of me with you.
I tell myself that I'm better now.
Better without you.
But the truth is...
I still miss you.
I miss you soft smiles,
Your sweet words.
Hell, I even miss your cloudy days.
The ones when you would turn into a thunderstorm, striking me with your harsh words, and sharp tongue
Half of me wishes that you would come back.
But the better half knows that you shouldn't.
That I'm better off without you.
I was frozen with you,
Because you were the perfect storm.
