Summer is hot rain.

Summer is hours of applying aloe vera.

Summer is regretting wearing black.

Summer is buying new clothes,

Since most of my clothing is black.

Summer is the smell of chlorine.

Summer is showers in the middle of the day.

Summer is days at a friend's house, talking away.

Summer is no interaction required.

Summer is Boxcar theatre.

Summer is waiting for rehearsal days.

Summer is waking up covered in sweat.

Summer is waking up to a noisy sister.

Summer is waking up to eat something and then going back to sleep.

Summer is remembering dreams because you have the time to.

Summer is dreaming of you.

Summer is waking up missing you.

You, who made school easy,

And now, summer harder.

You, who made me more than I am now.

You, who I say I want to marry.

You, who never wants to be marry.

You, who teaches me science.

You, who I teach history.

I wake up missing you because I gave you my heart,

And you either don't see it or don't know what to do with it.

I love summer.

But waking up missing you,

Gets more painful with each passing, hot day.