Penelope

If I was the rain you were the hurricane
Crashing through unsuspecting me. 
With your gusts and thunder 
Me, so full of wonder. 
I never knew
I had been waiting my whole life to get swept up by you. 

It’s hard when I never really knew the real you. 
The illness clung to you, pulled you down and you were lost. 
You didn’t know the years of tears that were cried for you. 

In my dreams, I ran through sage fields
And swam through glassy seas
All in an effort to save you 
To lift you from your knees
I didn’t know I was being deceived. 
Before I got to you I was swept up

Your sudden reappearance in my life is surprising and exasperating. 
We cut ties, and I was left utterly alone, don’t you remember?
After you I was alone in the prison of thoughts I had built for myself. 

Being a teenager means… 

• Letting go of old friendships even when you don't want to
• Getting up every time we fall down, which is more often than we can count
• Getting a bad grade on a test and vowing to study harder next tim

I feel you drifting from my arms
We've come too far
It's been too long. 
I miss you
Can't you see? 
It's me and you till the end
That's the way it's supposed to be. 
But it's getting hard for me.