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peyton 7h
It waits in corners,
a whisper dressed in shadows,
calling me back
with promises of silence.

The thought presses sharp
against the edge of my mind,
like a blade I no longer hold
but still remember.

Some nights it hums
like a song I once knew by heart,
soft, dangerous,
asking me to sing along.

But my hands stay empty.
My skin stays whole.
I breathe through the ache
and let the music pass.

I will not dance
to that rhythm again.
Even if it circles me forever,
I keep walking forward.
this poem is about how ive healed from self-harm but it still manages to creep into my head when ive had a bad day
peyton 3d
i swore i was steady,
that i’d built walls high enough
to quiet the wanting.
i told myself
i could learn to let go.

but last night,
you spoke,
and every word
was gravity.

suddenly,
i wasn’t standing still anymore.
i was tumbling—
the way i did at the start,
when even the sound of your name
could set my pulse off-beat.

you laughed,
and it lit me up
like the first time
i realized i could never unsee you.

and here i am,
caught in your orbit,
dizzy with the sweetness
of rediscovery.

i don’t know if you know it,
but i’m falling,
again.
ive been thinking abt giving up on the boy i love (we're not in a relationship, he's just my crush). but last night we texted again and i remembered why ive been waiting for him for so long and it just felt like rekindling the spark i almost lost for him. hope you enjoy:3
peyton Aug 12
she’s there,
hands trembling on the screen,
heart heavier with each second.

no reply, no sign, no sound...
just the weight of waiting,
the ache of being unseen
by the one she’s already given
so much of herself to.
how i imagine a 3rd party seeing me an my crushes situation rn.
peyton Aug 12
i read your message
and then i looked away
because the truth is,
i don’t know what to do with it.

it’s easier to stay silent
than to admit i’m tangled
in my own mess
and maybe i’m scared
to break what we have
by saying too much, or, not enough.
my crushes pov of our situation rn (obviously its not real, but its how i imagine him feeling)
peyton Aug 12
i typed words i wanted you to hear
but my phone stayed quiet
like the space between us
is louder than anything i can say.

i’m here, raw and waiting
but maybe you don’t see me
or maybe you don’t want to.

and that thought feels like a knife
twisting slowly
in the middle of my chest.
my pov on me an my crushes situation rn
peyton Aug 6
if hiccups mean
you’re being missed,
you must be out there
with water up your nose
and upside-down,
holding your breath,
wondering why it won’t stop.

it’s me.
my fault.
i miss you too much
and too often..
and i don’t plan on stopping.
..
you must be
hiccuping
to death by now.

i miss you
like it’s my job
like it’s rent due
like missing you
might make you show up.

it won’t.
but maybe
you’ll feel it.
just once
im lost.
A Girl to Cherish

She maintains a steady gaze,
With desire, or makes my heart pursue her as a chase.

She has a smile that melts my heart
And pierces through the uncertainty in my head.

She is kind and modest, embracing everyone,

But she maintains a cold distance.
She is steady and keeps her space,
She doesn’t want to hurt anyone and wishes the same.

But her fate doesn’t let her desires come true.

That’s the secret behind her steady gaze.
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