I’m a mess.
And you’re my hurricane.
You came with the warning signs.
Warm hearts and cold shoulders.
But I didn’t see the bigger picture,
or how close the rain was...
Until my cheeks were already damp.
Now all that’s left is rubble.
You’re my hurricane.
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