Sap

It's nearly the end of summer now

And we've already said goodbye.

The August heat sticks to your skin like sap,

Asking repeatedly, do you want more? 

You keep answering no,

And it keeps giving anyways.

I think love is an understanding;

I can list all that I love about you.

If you don’t understand, let me know.

(I don’t understand, 

I don’t,

I don’t) (Why are you so nice to me?)

(I wish I knew who I was from you.)

I think this is supposed to get easier day by day –

It has, it hasn’t 

(repetitively).

Empty spaces are alive in hometowns 

(I’d say at this point, hometown feels right).

Your fingerprints are all over the places I frequent.

Lately all I want to do is eat watermelon and cry.

Love is the best kindness. 

What if this is the best love there is for me?