Awkward teenage poetry

I haven't posted for a very long time. I found these when I was cleaning up to move house. I was 17 when I wrote them so they're pretty bad, but I sort of like them.

AWOL for 8 hours
I was just going to talk
I had no higher purpose
My day was spiraling
And you picked me up

And it wasn't even summertime
But somehow it was right
To do the wrong thing with a best friend
Somehow it was right

So we talked for an hour
And I really should have left
But the afternoon was golden
And I couldn't be alone

And it wasn't even summertime
But somehow it was right
To do the wrong thing with a best friend
Somehow it was right

You held me as a friend
I felt secure with you
Knowing each other like that
Your fingers on my spine

And it wasn't even summertime
But somehow it was right
To do the wrong thing with a best friend
Somehow it was right

So right.


Angel
I am not a Christian
So I don't believe in angels
But I believe in you
And if you're not an angel...
Angel mine
Guide my feet wherever they're going
Give me a purpose
And if you're not an angel...
I'll believe it anyway


Unnamed
It's a long way, but I'm almost there;
My journey's nearly over.
I don't expect you to understand.
Just don't follow where I walked.
It's my own road.
This path of blood and tears.
Milestones of personal pain.
I've nearly hit the part that's easy;
It's saying goodbye that's hard.
Because I know you're going to feel...
Something.
Then you'll make me feel...
Everything.
All I want is for the pain to go away.
Even when I'm smiling,
I'm still bleeding.


Blame or Questions for Sam
I take responsibility for everything
All I've done, all I've said
And everything I haven't.
You tell me not to blame myself,
It was out of my control.
So who's control was it in?
You say it's not my fault
That they treated me like that
But I say it must have been
Otherwise why the repeats?
And why did you leave,
If it wasn't my fault?