That's how she ended the conversation last night , with that phrase .
What does someone say to that ? While my emotions are ticking round in my head deciding whether to manifest into tears or anger she says that .
Good intentions are good intentions but bad phrases are bad phrases .
No solution , no attempts made at aiding the situation. Nothing .
Nothing except that lonely phrase .

With that , she left that lonely phrase with an equally lonely person .

Sometimes I need to take a moment to think about him , this , the unending mess I'm in .
To think about what he represents and what I represent to him .
I would say I hope we feel the same but that would be wishful thinking .

Staring at the ceiling , blasting LANY , wishing for mid summer .
The kind of summer that demands you sleep in shorts and open your windows day and night .
The kind of summer that displays it's sunsets like ancient tapestries upon the sky .
The kind of summer that is always ' reportedly hotter than last years ' .
So I stare at the ceiling , praying it'll come along soon .
Waiting for those days when I'm blinded by the suns rays and engulfed in its wonder .

Well yet again its late at night ,
And yet again the only sound is the scratching of my pen against the paper of my lined notebook and the strange clicks emitted by my keyboard as I type this ,
Yet again I'm trying to write things that will evoke wonder and admiration,
But yet again I'm stuck in the trap of writing to feel not writing to help.
Yet again I'm trying to figure out what the universe has planned for me ,
but yet again I'm beaten down by societies code.

And right now , yes even now as the sun is long gone and its so dark i can barely see my reflection in the mirror I'm still up here shut in my room . Its of my own doing no need to be alarmed , i just couldn't deal with being around other humans since today has been such a let down . This isn't really a poem so if that's what you were hoping for i'm sorry for wasting your time , i filled up my diary yesterday so this is my primary emotion storage facility .

Summers will always remind me of us ,
When we were 15 and we had no clue what love was .
We still don't .
Your eyes seemed to be the only ones mine wanted to meet .
The random glances and winks in class , the effortless levels of comfort we felt around each other.
It's almost two years later and I still yearn for that feeling .
Perhaps this summer.

I've always had this strange infatuation with sunsets .
I felt like we were never worthy of witnessing such beauty, I still believe this .
But earlier this evening at around 5:44 the sky was transformed into what can only be described as a vision of heaven .
I saw wisps of light similar to the ones people say they see in solar eclipses and once again I was in awe of the planet .
Sunsets are one of those things where a photo doesn't capture it completely , there's something so innocent yet magical about the way the sky looks.
Maybe this is all a complete romanticism of this very mundane thing .