Midnight Strings - another poem by me

"I could have made a friend" I thought

as I sat with my guitar

old possibilities haunting me

while I tried to play a barre

minutes to witching hour

it was overcast and bright

at least the rain came back

I dreamed that night

of shallow apologies filling the pit

nightmares of blood, mouthwash and spit

while I swum towards my hopes in a pond of shame

I hope when I see this under my name

that I won't feel shame

or put it in the pathetic box of an adolescent's time that came 

but that I'll be proud of myself that day.

Dear Almost-Friend

we were at a bookstore in a mall

looking at Heartstopper 

those halls of consumption were never a ball

but there was barely anything else to do to pass the time

I looked at you and I knew we were of the same kind

we couldn't keep in touch

but i didn't mind

but I'm still thinking about you

you know that, right?