summertime sadness

sometimes you walk alone.

you run into the dark,
past the springs that used to be a comfort to you.
past the trees that cut you and make you bleed.
past the past that
haunts.

and then sometimes people come after you.

when you are tired of being brave
i promise i'll let you run.
but i never said i'd promise
not to come after you
in the end.

which is exactly what i plan to do.

you are part of me.

and that is how it will always be.
i promise.

♥

last camp of the year is finished! let's make some new memories, shall we? photo creds to my girl.