Thunderstorms.
Usually these kinds of stories come planned. But you weren’t. You came
out of the blue and created an entire thunderstorm. You know how people view
thunderstorms. People are afraid of them because they are so powerful and can
cause so much disruption. Thunderstorms can literally kill people. Some days they are small, some days they are strong.
But all the time they are dangerous. They can create strong winds and
tornadoes. They produce lightening. It kills. But just how most people would
rather not have thunderstorms, there are good things about them. With
thunderstorms usually comes rain. Rain is so soothing to the soul. The sound of
thunderstorms are so eluding to life’s problems. Thunderstorms become the main
focus to distract you from the negative things going on around you. And that’s how
I see you. You distract me from my problems. I feel alone a great portion of
the time. Except those times. Your story intrigues me. And this was not a part
of my plan. It upsets me. I’m usually that girl that wants to have everything
well thought out before I dive head first but you… you take me to those places.
And you know what the funny part about it is? This is probably one of those
thunderstorms that could most likely kill me. It’s like I’m stepping out into a
thunderstorm with an electrical surge strapped to me. Like it’s something that I
know is so stupid but I had to go
against the grain and just do it because I know it shouldn’t be done.
You should have never touched me. Your lips are like fire. As much as I should
stay away from them, they keep my attention. Eventually it became more than
just your lips. It was everything about you inside me. I enjoy the feeling you
bring and I want more, every time. Even though I know this is like that
thunderstorm, I simply do not care. In this moment, what I want is completely
going against what I know I should be doing. Right now I’m walking outside with
that electrical surge on.
What series of events took place in order for this to happen? What is it
about you? Better yet, what is it about me? Why do I simply desire to walk out into that rain? I
wish I could stop, I truly do. But I can’t. I don’t have the courage inside of
me to just stop because I’m so insecure with myself. It has to kill me before I
actually learn my lesson. Things that intrigue me can also be my downfall. When
I go against the grain it’s always so fun. That adrenaline rush, is amazing. Just
like you. Similar to a thunderstorm, you can destroy me, but you soothe me so
much. You’re not always around, but when you do come around it’s all about you.
And honestly just like thunderstorms, I’m scared to death of you. But I can’t
avoid you. And when you’re present, you shake up my world and become the main
attraction. You are my thunderstorm.