thinking in ink

Im all alone, this pen is my best friend.
the paper the window to my thoughts, its the next step.
to showing you just how much i miss the summer.
with our initials on the tree in your yard we stood under.
we withstood the thunder even though we were new to this.
and as we grew together i grew more toward stupid s**t.
I fell flat on the ground.
i tried to get you back but karma never came back around.
and its backwards now. So much we cant re-do.
not saying you'd want to, but hell. id like to see you.
then maybe you could let down your guard  just this last time.
It'd be a dream come true, in fact itd surpass mine.
what i have left now is less than hope..
all alone standing at this dead end road.