let me stay up in ur orbit a while

summer is hard, but its manageable with you. my icy cold in my burning mind, although others are saying youre freezing me. we've talked and laughed, but were we ever friends? i guess i thought we were. theres still small talk involved, but i cant shake the feeling off that youre ignoring me. maybe im reading too into the lines, but if i am looking too deeply, than youre barely even skimming the surface. ive read this book threefold; you havent even opened it yet. maybe one hot summer day, you'll defrost yourself, and something new can be sprouted. something beautiful.