Aftermath

Do not fall in lust for people like me.

I will take you to museums, and parks, and every pretty room filled with music, and I will show you art, take you on planes, dance with you in front row seats and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. When you destroy my heart because you only wanted my high and not my soul, I will hurt you in the most beautiful way possible. You’ll see me in every special place rained down upon and flooded ruined by my love for you. And when I am gone you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.