He.

He was like the wind.
He'd blow over, and mess my hair.
And then my lips would taste sweet.
Wherever he went,
Wherever he took me,
I followed.
I knew just one direction- and that was towards him.
But he was like the wind.
He was everywhere.
And suddenly, he was nowhere.

I wanted him to come back, so bad.
And when he did,
He was strong, he was like a storm.
He messed my hair,
Along with everything else I had.

And now I lie on the ground,
Naked and vulnerable,
Just a casualty.

But I look back,
It was a summer day,
And he was just a wind.