"When I was younger, I was told that after a storm, everything goes quiet,
Quiet enough to hear a pin drop
Quiet enough to hear the blood run through your veins.
But all I heard was the sound of my own heart break,
I knew what I was getting into,
A beautiful boy with eyes like thunder and lips like rain
Because you were my storm, a whirlwind of secrets and lies but when you kissed me, dear god, I knew I had found peace.
You tasted like loneliness and vodka, and I’m almost certain I tasted the same,
I knew you would destroy me, and yes, I was right, but you did it oh so beautifully
and now I understand why storms are named after people." — Why couldn’t you have just left me alone? (via whitee-lips-palee-face)