One the one hand, you make me feel like I want to shut off every single emotion I have; as if it would be a blessing to feel nothing at all as opposed to everything at once, heightened to the point of insanity. Oh, to freeze it all out. But I’m a summer’s girl; I radiate warmth, and for some goddamn reason I can’t quite muster up the ability to be cold. I’m a summer’s girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, only for it to snag on someone else’s sweater. But soon it falls apart, and so do I.
A summer’s girl who cares too much, loves too deep and falls too hard.