Fuck

i miss june so goddamn much.
i miss my fantasy world.
i miss your arms.
they never seem to wrap themselves around me anymore.
you are a closed door. you re-built your walls.
don't make me want to give up on smashing them.
(just like the letter you smashed back into my bag)

i will never forget our walk.
or that text in the middle of Up!
or the way you said "i don't think i could ever lie to you"
(then stop making me drag the truth out of you. if something
bothers you, tell me. don't make me guess. it hurts.)
or the first time i really saw your eyes for the first time
and the way you roll them when i brush the hair out of your face.
because you hide. and are still hiding.