blood in my mouth.

He told me to never fall in love with people like him.
He took me to parks, and plays, and gleaming mountain sides, and kissed me in every beautiful place, so that I could never go back to them without tasting him like blood in my mouth. Without hearing his heart dance as it connects to mine. He said he would destroy me in the most beautiful way possible. And when he left I finally understood why storms are named after people.