You didn’t intend to do this
But you know what they say
About the road to hell.
And it’s full of near misses.

Some, come across broken souls,
unable to mend them.
Yet, insist they must.
Picking up the shattered pieces.
Inevitably, in the process,
wounding their own hands.
And through that pain
comes their lesson:
     If it is not yours to fix,
     it is okay to leave it broken.

I didn’t need you to be the one to tell me that I will ‘find someone new’.
I know I was never very good at showing my intentions.
But then again, neither were you.
I just wish I could shut my eyes and things would be like they used to.
But when my eyes are shut
the dark space is flooded with memories of you.

however... it’s a vision that always seems to stray.
The fleeting kind;
A reminder that I could never make you stay.
That perhaps, this feeling deep in my bones
Telling me to trust no one,
Was so I don’t have to feel the pain of constantly being left alone.
But I guess you didn’t have a clue.
Because I still sit here wondering,
If there is a point in finding someone new
when I never really wanted anyone but you?

I really hope I can make this work
I've said a lot of hurtful words
To the ones I've loved before
And I can't take those words back
I kinda ****
I'm awkward
I'm pretty dumb
I say things before I think and ruin everything
But my intentions are never bad
I never mean to make people sad
I can also be a little too trusting at times
Yet I still get jealous very easily
If I ever seem like I don't care
It's just because I'm scared
I don't want to say the wrong thing and mess everything up
Also I get attached really fast
Because of certain things in my past
I'll get to that later
But right now
I just want you to know
You are the only ******* my mind at the moment
And that will stay that way for a while

the school counselor
what a cliche
but your nonchalant attitude
is irresistible
you're young too
it's quite uncommon
how'd you get this job, if i may ask?
ignorance is bliss
as they say.
nonetheless, i haven't seen you much
except in the halls sometimes
but you called me downstairs the other day
and i noticed how you're not so perfect
as i imagined
you've got a beard to hide your acne scars
slightly overgrown eyebrows
but, very broad shoulders
dressed to the nines in a suit every day
blue or gray, to be precise
when you spoke to me
asking if i was skipping class
you were awfully close
not that i minded
i'm also not sure where you were looking
i hope at my lips
rather than my eyes
eyes are the window to the soul
and we both don't want to know
what my true intentions are