Zach Stahle - Soon

Over the phone, we're forcing small talk, nothing unusual.
We miss each other
summer is going to be hell.
Both your parents and mine resent me
They know we're not virgins
They know you were on my lap in the basement
You still have my sweatshirt
I gave it to you the last time I risked my life for you
You tell me you're bundled up in it, lying on your bed
I hope it keeps you warm
but I wish I was there to do so
I want to scream
I miss you so much
but I maintain my shy, quite demeanor
I want to see you again...
but if I see you one last night... you'll never see me again
I need my baby
this modern love breaks me

Things were so simple the first time we fell in love last summer...

Zach Stahle

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soon-15/