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Payton Nov 2015
You lay me down,
A gentle disarray of confound and misunderstood coincidences.
Cover me in a veil of sacred virtues,
non-existent outside this hush chamber.
Shield me from unrelenting scowls, awaiting my presence.
Let me eyes fasten shut,
let my hearing be narrowed to only your voice, a soothing, steady tune
Singing lightly in my mind.
Unleash all my demons from their bonds,
and allow me to sail.
Sail to a distant world,
One beyond their clutches.
Payton Nov 2015
It is goodbyes and hellos all wrapped into one.
It is yearning for a moment that is already slipping from your grasp.
It is silence, and yet a fast paced symphony,
humming tunes to your scattered mind.
It is uncertain,
and unreliable.
A permanent tattoo on life;a standstill.
A broken clock.
Free from seconds ticking away,
free from years tattering a body.
But even though the flesh will remain untouched,
the soul will undoubtedly,
show worn.
No immorality can keep it,
from showing how the years have aged it.
Payton Nov 2015
Rows upon rows they stretch across this field
Each one so unique from its neighbor
And yet, you asked me to choose just one
My eyes bounced from each one
The tall ones, standing strong and mighty above the rest
The bright yellow ones, gleaming with beauty
I wandered and gazed at them all,
until there,
I didn't find it,
but it found me.
You asked me why that one, it was not the most elegant,
nor was it towering over the rest
And I said to you,
it just was.
It needed no explanation, no defense as to why.
And in that moment I realized,
love is the same.
It requires no justification,
no aspects tallied up that equal a winner.
There is no right or wrong, perfect or imperfect,
it just happens,
without your opinion or consent.
It doesn't have to make sense,
in fact,
it probably won't.
But it's in that confusing and jumbled mess,
that even though your head is uneasy with questions,
your heart will finally feel content.
Payton Nov 2015
I am not interchangeable.
Not a problem with multiple solutions.
Nor a liquid; taking on any form that demands necessary.
I can not morph and bend into your design.
I am not universal.
So why do I continue to try to piece us together like I am.
Our molds are different.
Not wrong.
Just different.
Not meant to contain one another.
We are both pieces of a puzzle,
depicting different images.
So perhaps,
our stars do not align.
But please don't be fooled,
Maybe she's just lost out there,
floating among the constellations, waiting for you.
And she's the one that's going to save you,
like I could never do.
Payton Nov 2015
Please don't take it as the end.
For me, it is only the beginning.
You may see this as the death of me,
but honey, trust me.
I have just begun.
So let me weave myself into this cocoon of snow
And for a while I will be fragile,
I will be weak
But I promise I will emerge transformed

Perhaps you will no longer recognize me
Just a figment of your long lost memories
But as sure as summer turns to autumn,
it is my turn to shed what weighs me down
If only to make room for these new beginnings
Deep inside my new casing, you will find me
So please don't be afraid of this change
For I swear I will come back to you,
stronger than you've ever seen me before
Payton Aug 2015
They wait.
Patiently as the hours tick by
As my time is stolen away by mindless work
They wait
No matter how far into the night it goes
There's a comfort in knowing
As soon as I swing open that door that there they will be
Tails wagging as fast as their tiny bodies will allow
Barking sweet 'I miss yous' as I can see their eyes are drooping
A tiresome day of waiting
Waiting for me to return
Day after day
No matter how many times I walk out that door without them in tow
They are there to greet me the moment I arrive
My tiny soul mates
They are the truest form of loyalty and love that this world has ever had
Payton Feb 2015
I am human, and so are you.
We both have scars that dance across our bodies.
Telling stories of courage and sometimes defeat.
The only difference that lies between us, is some of mine are man made.
Made of choice rather than accident.
Made as art.
A reminder of our own free will.
Not to cover up the flesh I was given.
But to enhance it,
by letting some of my real self, be painted outward.
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