Desire for a storm

I wanted to ignore you everytime I see you somewhere,
I want to chase you away like I vigorously did with others,
I want to forget all those midnight memories we made debating over anything and everything.
But, at the end of the day I am cursed with visions of past and
you are cursed with the dreams for the future.
An urge to follow the storm wherever and whenever it strikes still holds me tight.
The sweetest songs of stormy wind, a melancholy screech to my chaotic heart;
The flanges of those Stygian hair, source of nightmare to my mind.
Rising above this base desire, still a dream for my stagnant soul.