Shards of Past Experiences

Confessions From A Love Drunk Teenager.

The next session was different.
There was someone new,
someone named Haley.
She had a snarky attitude,
but she volunteered to come.
No one talked that session.

He was dressed in all black.
Black hair covering half his face,
he wore band merch and black
skinny jeans with converse.
He was focused on his notebook,
I wondered what he was thinking of.

He stirred,
I quickly looked towards my phone.
I stared writing
but I could feel his eyes on me.
I looked up,
and smiled at him.

He flushed, turning a bright red.
He looked back at his notebook,
I looked away as well.
I felt stupid,
why did I have to mess everything up?

The session ended,
and I practically ran to my locker.
I needed to get out,
I felt stupid and embarrassed.
I ran to catch my bus,
fighting the urge to cry.

I listened to music,
and thought about him the whole
way home.
He was so broken, so quiet and shy..
as was I.
How I wished to talk to him properly.