“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every 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.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
You are the storm that crashes into me. You are the waves that drag me away. And yet, here I stand.
You take me to secret places that I later think about as I pass by, and break me out of my shell. You make me feel safe and beautiful. You introduce me to new and interesting things that make my heart soar, and give more than I ever expect. More warmth than I could have possibly imagined. You bring excitement with control, so everything is easy. Your stimulation of my mind leads me to paths that have yet to be experienced. I can melt into you so easily. You’re soothing like hot coffee on a cold day. You see my mess and offer opportunity as the replacement. To my surprise, you give more still. Your experiences enthrall me. Your knowledge draws me in – tempting and sweet like a giant cookie I will never be able to finish. Your inquisitiveness brings me closer, furthermore. Your determination intrigues me. You are imaginative, resourceful, and simply irresistible. My skin starts to flush at your touch. You are smooth, like silk under my fingertips. Your voice has the rhythm of my favorite jazz music. You draw people in so easily with your words. It’s like magic, and you do it so well. Your unpredictability puts a twist on the mundane, and it is so beyond refreshing. You are accomplished and enlightened, and the connection between us is palpable. Seduction is your art, and you are a master.
In the blink of an eye, only the tattered remains of what once was is left. Small bits and pieces of our time together survive the chaos that lay in your wake. Ironically enough, these pieces are what I use to learn, grow, and build a bigger and better fortress to weather my next storm. I have become the expert in picking up the remnants to see the bigger scheme. Your storm has shaken me, but I am not destroyed. In spite of any possible doubt, I always rise stronger than before. I am the master of my own reality, and here I stand. ❤