You loved me like a storm, wild, reckless, untamed. I stood in the downpour, whispering your name. Your hands were a poison, your lips a deadly spell. I drank every promise, knowing how hard I’d fell. You left, and I stayed, chained to the ghost of your touch. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, but I needed the pain too much. And if ruin wears your name, then let me be destroyed again.