“it’s summer again and my hair has reached my waist i’ve stopped pretending that i don’t miss you and i’ve stopped trying to convince myself that you miss me too did you know my father started drinking again? did you know that my parents are fighting again? did you know i couldn’t get up this morning? i’ve tried to ignore your side of the bed but it’s not warm anymore i can’t remember what your voice sounded like and i’ve forgotten what it’s like to hold your hand you know, most nights i look at the sky and try to remind myself that we’re under the same moon but then again, most nights i go back inside and cry myself to sleep i’m trying to remind myself that time will help me forget you that a bottle of vodka and some diet coke will turn me into my father that people leave and they don’t come back and you can’t do anything to fix it because it can’t be fixed i’m trying to act like being your friend doesn’t hurt like it doesn’t tear me to pieces like i don’t wish i could call you baby and fall asleep to the sound of your voice”