There's some thing beautiful about it. In a screwed up kinda way. You destroyed me and I loved every minute of it. You live fast. Faster than I ever could handle.
I admired that about you, your secret. You did it so effortlessly and I never could. I tried to steal your courage.
I wanted to know what it was like to breathe air instead of drowning in my thoughts. I wanted to do, to stop thinking. I wanted to know what it felt like to fly like you do.
But I'm trapped under water. Drowning in my thoughts, still shaking from the mess you left around me. You are my hurricane.
Harmless in small doses. Beautiful from afar, but eventually, you'll destroy everything you touch.