summer was bittersweet
as she tasted independence
and limped on broken limbs

she learned the landscape of other bodies
drank the wine of foreign tongues
crippling beautiful souls, a mere ******* herself

she bared skin, grew out her hair
as she kissed a boy she had wished she could love
she tossed and turned to nightmares of dreams now come true

she discovered the duality of loneliness
and the complexity of affection
while soaking up the sun on florida beaches

now she's left with the remembrance of september sweethearts
and nights filled with uncontrollable tears
she asks herself if she regrets a single moment...

of a bittersweet summer vacation...

she could say she was sorry, but she knows an apology isn't what anyone is looking for.

bittersweet, she can't say this isn't what she wanted after all