My storm dressed as sunshine.

I remember meeting you and wondering why you were so quiet, why you were so to yourself…why you wouldn’t make a move ? So I went on to pursue you, ignoring the clouds..hoping it wouldn’t rain. There you were, you opened the doors to your beautiful storm and I painted it yellow, made it sunshine. You kept me warm on the cold days and felt like a cool breeze on the hot days, you were my home. With you…hours felt like minutes and days went by so quickly because I could just never get enough. I was wrapped in your raindrops that kissed my skin like drops of sunshine and your words that made everyday look sunny. Do you know what it feels like to finally feel at home? To strip naked and shower in the rain, to feel like you finally reached serenity. You were my sunshine but somehow a cloud of gray came in and clouded your rays and I began to realize you were a storm, you weren’t just my home. You let another person feel your rays and made her feel sunny inside and tell me now…how do I weather this storm? You were once my sanity and now I feel insane, how did you let someone into what we created, she told me her skin felt your bolts, that you weren’t only my sunny day. Now I have no place to run to since you let her invade and she didn’t just come in once, she had come to stay and I don’t understand how you could be my haven but lie while looking me in the face. I wish I would have known sooner that you were a catastrophe in disguise.