Patchouli and rain

The rain comes down with helpless abandon, somewhat like my will power.
You are strange and beautiful, I don't really want complication in my life, heaven forbid moth to flame attraction. Heaven forbid.
You look at me and I want to touch you. I shake when you get too close, and I feel like I have no control over what will eventually happen. The best way around this situation is to run. I have run out of places to hide.
Are you an angel or devil?
Patchouli and rain, speaks to me of leaving.