Storm Clouds

I was falling, falling fast, falling hard, and hitting the ground at an alarming rate. Your deceptions had brought me back down from the sky at such a pace that I hadn’t even known it’d been storming.
I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing they were yours. I sat in utter silence, completely alone, completely heartbroken. The storm had taken me by surprise. How could I not have seen it? How could I have been so wrapped up in what was, that I didn’t see what was coming? The clouds were forming, surely.
The thunder was rumbling so loudly that I could feel it through the walls of my heaving chest. The rain had taken on the consistancy of ice and needles, yet I had no cover. My eyes burned with fresh tears, as if they were thirsty. My body couldn’t get enough of the salty liquid that covered my rosy, damp cheeks.
But, I’d had enough. Enough of the hurt, enough of the lies. Enough of the deception. I’d had enough of you but I couldn’t walk away. My feet wouldn’t move in any other direction but towards you, towards the storm continuously brewing. You were my sun on cloudy days. But you were the storm clouds, too.