how do i fix

something like this

my parents never told me

my teachers never taught me

no one ever warned me

it would hurt like it does

my friends keep saying, “it’ll pass”

but what do they know

about you, about me

i called you drunk last week

don’t know what i said but

now you look away when i walk by

as if you don’t want to meet my eyes

i’d ask you about it but you’d probably avoid the question

like you did with other girls when we were together

i miss you as much as people miss the rain

when there’s a drought and there’s no foreseeable end

you told me you loved me and i wasn’t ready

now i think i am but it’s too late