Love Me in the Summer… Every Year

(The person)

You stand there, open to anything.

Such Confidence. So self-assured.

Above me in every way.

Your eyes so focused.

You see right through me.

You know who I am.

You don’t acknowledge.

You already know you have me at your will.

(The Place)

This place, these familiar faces.

And yet I feel so alone.

This time, I don’t think anyone

Knows how I feel or what I’ve become.

These simple gestures cut through me like a knife.

I used to have it. I still want it.

I still want you. You won’t have me.

The crowd around me, my moments passing.

Myself collapsing, my thoughts oppress me.

(The idea)

The thing is, I know better.

I know what you really are, I’ve seen it all before.

And yet I can’t stop myself from making it into something more.

It happens every year.

It happens all the time.

And yet when I see it,

I wish it was mine.

(The Conclusion)

These things never turn out the way you want them to.

But because I see it, I know that I want it.

I want it too.