Summer LoveWhen I was eight I hated summerSummer Love by callerofcrows
It was juice-box sticky
and every day I scraped myself
off my sheets
and poured my body into a glass.
I don't remember peeling my legs
off a wooden chair come June,
but how our hands were damp with nerves
when we held them,
how the AC on the bus was too much
so my scarf became your blanket and
we ate curry with my parents
before I fell asleep on your shoulder.
Or when you told me not to swim too far out
and the ocean was too cold,
how you got sunburned and I bit my tongue
so hard holding back
"I told you so"
that I swear I bled,
your eyes reflecting the fish at the aquarium,
how you teased me
when I couldn't stay awake through any movie.
You bring comfort to the heat.
I have forgotten other summers.
Part time Physics student, pseudointellectual, procrastinator and jack of all trades. |
I love quotes, animals (particularly dogs), stars and shiny things. I like meeting new people, especially scientists and porn stars.. .ehh I mean, artists! \_/
Current Residence: lab
Favourite genre of music: classical
Favourite style of art: traditional> fantasy/sci-fi
Shell of choice: the fibonacci ones are pretty hip
Skin of choice: pale, freckled ones are nice
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson & Fry
Personal Quote: "Never think you aren't good enough. In my experience people always take you at your own reckoning" Isaac Asimov
The longing transmutes into words on worn out notebooks,
The loneliness into washed up colors dripping down the surface of a dirty canvas,
And the tears into musical notes spilt over mistreated pianos that have long lost their beat.