You were a storm of roses: beautiful yet dangerous.
I never needed you; I needed the idea- the idea that my life was finally falling into place and I had hoped you would've became a secure bet. You came in a storm of waves and for a second, I thought I could swim.
I never feared towering heights or endless water or eternal darkness. What I feared had a name. I suppose that it was why hurricanes were named after people.
Because as beautiful as it was in nature, it had the power to destroy it too.
