why i love summer

blank summer sky,
i don't have any clouds to
cover up any lies and pretention.
honestly, i confess to the sun
"i love you hating me."
a humbling experience
of looking up to him
only to find my eyes
blinded and teary.
scorching heat and tanning rays,
hand me please sunglasses
for i have to look at his
eyes and again confess
"i love you hating me"