I was fifteen when I met you
a girl made of sunburnt dreams
and poems scribbled on loose paper
barefoot on the shore
too young to know that some storms
don’t come with warnings

you felt like a summer breeze
golden and carefree
a kiss of warmth on my sunburnt cheeks
something I could forget when the seasons changed and the days grew cold

but you?
you were never a breeze
you were the storm on the horizon
and I only saw the grey clouds when it was too late
I didn’t know how to brace for you
so I didn’t

you tore through me
unrelenting and wild
a tide pulling me under

Summers end
and storms pass
but it wasn’t just the season that changed
the sky cleared but the wreckage of what could have been remained

how does one forget the the storm that changed the shape of them?

now here we are
years later like time hasn’t passed
like the wind hadn’t carried us in opposite directions

You say my name and suddenly
I am fifteen again
barefoot on the shore
waiting for the storm
ready to drown

I thought I was stronger
I thought I rebuilt the walls you stripped to the bone
I though I could withstand the wind
but you tear through me like you always have

loving you is standing in the eye of a storm
how can love be both refuge and ruin?
safe for a moment
but I know the winds will take me away again

you were a hurricane then
and a hurricane now
and me?
I’m just a girl who who never learned to stop running into storms