i wish i could talk to you again
about boys
about our dogs
about art
about family
i wish i could go back to when we were both 12
even though we thought we had it the worse
things were good back then
i wanna camp in my front yard again
and honestly
i just wanna hold you
i wanna hug you and cry on you
and it all makes me wanna scream
and nothing gets better
it just gets worse and worse and worse
i miss you


