A storm, is what we were.

Destroying everything, capturing everything.
Ruining the things that we touched, including each other.

I remember when we started off the same, when we coexisted without a shred of conflict.

Then without warning we clashed like hot air and cold air, fighting a war that could not be won with a cyclone of never ending battles.

Sometimes, we were so perfect.
But we cracked and I tried to tape us back together when we really needed glue.  
Then we shattered, and I tried to pick up the pieces while you quietly slipped away.

My hurricane, my beautifully flawless hurricane. I will never forget the look in your eyes when you realized I was your everything.

And I will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw me, and saw nothing.