summer love
(may 7)

and i'll miss all the little things
when we were young and summer was just full of time-consuming flings
like the sweet bonfire talks that were always more than talking
the secret sneaking away to what lies on the beach and walking
friendships broke on promises and trust was broken too
he said, she said, this and that, you want to scream, "how could you?!"
fireworks blazing in the sky, pounding in your ears
punches thrown without warning, making reality of your fears
secret kisses in hidden places
looking upon the familiar faces
lying on a blanket, pink lemonade for two
tinted hair, pressuring until i do