This is the poem that I never wrote:
(It's hard to write anything when your heart is broke)

This is a story of a boy and a girl
Venturing out into a dark, scary world.
Thought it'd all fall in place; they didn't have a care.
What happens in this story isn't considered rare.

Two teens with blind hearts running astray,
Taking advantage of whatever came our way.
We wandered around with nothing to see,
Finding each other that August nineteenth.

We taught each other so many things:
How to cray and laugh, how to scream and sing.
Five months past, neither of us had a clue.
Then we took off our blindfolds and didn't know what to do.

We tried to put them back on and go back to the start.
But the harder we tried, the more we fell apart.
A million little pieces - scattered along the floor.
We just left them there instead of breaking them more.

Put our blindfolds back on and went our separate ways,
Bracing ourselves for the dark, dreary days.
But those pieces we left cut slits in our blindfolds
So we can take a small look at what the future will hold.

So that was the poem that I never wrote.
(It's hard to write anything when your heart is broke.)
"Then who wrote this poem?" I know you will ask.
It was the pieces I left there, shattered like glass.
They wrote this for me, and wanted me to know
The hardest thing to learn is how to let go.