And she was a storm,
I get it now.
She was a thunderstorm.
Wild and beautiful
Unpredictable
You were drawn to her nature.
And she was all you could see.
And all that you could comprehend.
But I was just the wind.
I was fleeting
You didn't pay attention to me.
You just let me blow away.
I wasn't beautiful or intriguing.
I wasn't there long enough
But I understand now.
I get it.
You didn't want the wind.
It was only a small portion of what you wanted
You wanted the rain
And the thunder
Electrifying your lips
And Soaking your shirt.
You wanted to feel something.
And the wind just wasn't enough.
I still miss you.
But I understand now.
And I can live with it now.
I can live with your absence.
And I know
That one day
I'll find someone who sees a hurricane in me
And they will see everything in me
That you saw in her.
And now?
I am okay.
And I am happy.
Because I can look forward to the future.
And not dwell in the past.
I will always love you.
But I refuse to dwell on you.
I won't.
Because I'm more than what you see.
I know it.
And you will not define who I am.
No one will.