Wrong directions

I want to try again

That comfort of knowing a person wont hurt you

I want to try and find it again

Alas im being told that it will find me instead

But aren't I the one with the compass

Arent i the one who knows what i want

….

Well thats not entirely true at all

If I had known then I most likely wouldn't be where I am now

Yet somehow I will always know this

I know you

Whenever I am asked how my summer went

All i can speak of is the moments I had with you

Regardless of how painful they are

I tell the story in repeat like a broken record

Im telling it right now

I wonder

When will I be rid of this

Rid of you

Or rather, what you have left with me

Im certain I wont be able to find anything when you have broken my compass

And sadly I do not have the tools to fix it

At least not at the moment

And so ill sit alone in the humid midnight air

Still wondering

Still trying to find my way

With my broken compass