I had three requirements:
a beautiful song
a beautiful place
and only one person
with me
(because I wanted intimacy)

but intimacy is more than just solitude
or shared silence
with another soul

intimacy
is a warm cloth
weaved
by people who
love you,

I realised.

And so we
sat on the floor
and inhaled
out of a fragile
broken mechanism

and watched
the stars
try to disappear.

Even sunflowers grow tired of
praising the sun when it rises
and mourning it when it sets.

Free
it's summer
and I'm alright
it's so hot
the type of heat that cannot be wiped away
Briana's still in the picture
I miss her
I miss a lot of things
I miss the way the sun would kiss me
and darken my freckles
and turn my hair gold
I miss the way we were all so happy
now I just don't know
I don't know where I'm going
or where I want to go
I'm so ****** up
I just wish it was summertime.

Do you remember all the days?
We used to sing,
To laugh and play?
To smell the weeds we thought were flowers
To dance inside the April showers
To sing and smile the clouds away
To just be friends anyway
Be free and peaceful
Joyful and light
Not dark and gloomy
Just happy, and bright.