Storm

It's not even the fact that I was in love with you.

Not really.

It's the fact that you dropped me the moment you could.

And barely looked back.

Without a second glance.

I've become awkward and sad.

All over again.

I'm not placing the blame on you.

But you didn't help.

Once upon a time,

You promised that you'd help me.

You promised you'd be by my side forever.

Apparently forever was timed.

I just wish I'd know.

If I'd had known,

Maybe I wouldn't have loved you as much.

Or maybe I would have loved you more.

Or maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be how I am now.

When you said you had me,

I truly thought you did.

And I'd promised that I'd have you too.

No matter what.

What happened?

Now here I am,

Months after the fact.

Sleeping my life away,

And smoking far too much.

But I don't care.

Not really.

Because what do I have?

I've got nothing, and that's okay.

Because when I had you in my life, I had everything.

No, we weren't in love.

But you were my best friend, you know.

You gave me the breath of fresh air I needed.

And promised the rainy days were numbered - limited.

You took me out of my darkest days.

And replaced them with the sunshine.

But I always knew; I always had my doubts.

You were the storm, that came in and turned it upside down.

And I let you.

Months now, since we've spoken properly.

And I realize now that you were just that - a storm, passing through.

You weren't permanent, you were never going to be.

Just a storm that at first glance is beautiful, but leaves nothing but disaster.