You were like the sky
I fell in love with the warmth of your sunlight that shone down on me
I accepted that as the sky, you werent always golden sun rays, and that you had cloudy days that would come with rain.
With your sun and rain, you made me grow and bloom. Soft petals and leaves decorated by the small droplets of water looked lovely with the sun glimmering on it. I adored what you made me, and what we were together.
I seemed to not realize there was not only rain but there were storms too, because I was caught up in how beautiful you were.
One day It hit me. Hail and rain pelting down harshly on my soft delicate petals, violent winds uprooting me, tearing me to bits without showing mercy. All that remained of me was my torn pieces.
Maybe next time I meet someone like you, I will remember even the most warm and beautiful sky has storms