I love him.

The idea of him provides me safety.

He gives me shelter when the storm outside is rough.

He loved me and comforted me.

He gave me everything I could ever need or want or ask for.

He was always more than enough

Now I've been cast out into the hurricane.

I'm in danger, always running for cover.

I have to constantly be on the move.

Constantly rejected by any temporary refuge.

Constantly ridiculed by my loneliness and emptiness.

I have nowhere to run to escape the storm.

Now he's missing in action.

I look for him but he's nowhere to be found.

I see him in everything around me.

It's just a mirage, wishing for my protection again.

The storm is destroying me.

I can't keep my head above water.

I'm drowning.

The storm is eating me alive.

All the pain and suffering.

Maybe the storm was inside of me.

Or maybe I was the storm.

Maybe I was his storm.

And now maybe I'm the storm he's seeking refuge from.

But he's found shelter. Protection. Love. Safety. Comfort. Happiness.

All the things I'll fail to find.