Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in everything beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Not sure who this belongs to, as I took note of this poem a long time ago but was unable to find the author (even to this day) - it's beautiful none the less & I relate to it.