The Perfect AM Storm

She blew into your life like the perfect storm. She didn't love you, doesn't love you, will not love you. Yet, you sacrifice all to keep her in. For you it's like a calming breeze on a hot summer's day, cooling your heat's light and burning you all the same, torturous and delicious all in the same. She whispers in your ear and you feel soothed by her voice and touch. In those moments, nothing else exists; nothing else matters and you'll do anything to have those moments again. So, you open your doors to allow in that perfect storm, throwing your life into chaos, just to feel her summer breeze. She does not love you, will never love, she only comes in to make her storm stronger. When she leaves, you are left to clean up the pieces, alone, waiting for that perfect storm to blow your way again.  I could never stand with you in the perfect storm, not because I can't win, but because I was always meant to lose