They said to be careful when falling for a girl, to never grow addicted, but I never understood what they meant until I met her. I breathed her in so deep I could feel her in my bloodstream. She was a high I never wanted to come down from. I was never a good addict, but with her everything was different. And when she left, only then I understood what it meant to come down. No drug or alcohol could take the bitter taste of break up off my tongue. She was like a storm, beautiful and passionate, leaving you in awe. But when she leaves, she leaves your pillow soaked with tears and your heart shattered on the ground. She was my storm, my addiction, and now I am a mess of a person still inlove with disaster.
By Maybe I’m just a reckless lover (via norcal-nostalgia)