Vents Hidden in Verse

intentions

A/N: kinda in my feels right now, this is a situation that happened. i'm alright, it's just... i feel odd. like in a reflection type of mood.

written November 3rd, 2020 at 7:20 a.m.

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that was helpful.
it hurt in the moment,
i won't lie to myself.
but it was helpful.

the right intentions weren't there
from the beginning.
that, unfortunately, is irreversible.
the words were truthful.

you can't go back in time and start fresh.
start like you wanted
to know every behavior and quirk
without any romantic baselines.

staring at the ceiling,
contemplating the past ones.

don't be scared that you hurt me.
you opened my eyes
to a new, yet old form of connections.

the art of friendship.
when do i ever indulge in that?
do i always enter relationships
with those skewed intentions?

it seems that majority of the time
i grow closer to interests only AFTER
i've pulled a confession out of them.

i am fine now.
i promised you that i would be.
go find your muse.

the days were fun
but now they are numbered.

"confidence is attractive," huh?
you didn't seem very confident
when we discussed all of this.
are you actually as confident as you say?

what now?
...we take a next step
in whatever direction we'd like.
there's so many options.
we must make a move
or else we will be stagnant.

i'm expecting big things from you,
my good sir.

i know you think
you don't amount to very much.
then go on, be something bigger
than you ever think you will be.

i'm anticipating it, darling.