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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.
  Aug 4 peyton
Jaicob
Reader,

                                        stay alive
                                   stay alive stay a
                                live stay alive stay a
                                 live stay alive stay
                                    alive stay alive
                                        stay alive

                                        stay alive
                                   stay alive stay a
                                live stay alive stay a
                                  live stay alive stay
                                      alive stay alive
                                              stay alive
                                                stay ali
                                                ve sta
                                               y al
                                              ive
            ­                                 |-/
A semicolon is a piece of punctuation used when an author chooses to continue the sentence even though they could end it with a full stop easily. Therefore, the semicolon is used as a symbol of suicide awareness- the choice to keep writing your life's sentence until it comes to a conclusion. I believe in you no matter what difficulties you're facing. Keep writing your story. It will be worth it; I promise.
peyton Aug 3
if i said you were just another boy,
id be mistaken.
ive made countless pieces of art just trying to portray my sad teenage feelings about you.

ive written many poems.
ive written 4 songs.
and i made a whole piece of abstract art for you.

ive done those all because i had too.

or, so it felt like.

if i dont get my feelings about you out the moment i feel them,
i feel hopeless.
im reminded this is most likely a one-way love.

if i dont get my feelings about you out the moment i feel them,
i feel despair.
im reminded im a chaotic person who doesnt deserve your soul.

i sound dramatic,
i know.

i havent gone for you yet because im scared.

honestly.
..
im scared because youre not just another boy.

the other boys dont talk to me,
the other boys dont look at me,
the other boys dont listen to me,
the other boys dont make me laugh,
not the way you do.

youre not just another boy to me,
youre the only one i want.
UGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH i just needed to ramble lol.
peyton Aug 1
Its the time that everyone loves.

..

however,
im reminded of a less beautiful feeling

rather than roses and letters,
i sit alone and watch all the pretty girls get their beautiful flowers and beautiful letters.

..

jealousy?
i dont know..

more than jealousy?
i dont know..

whatever it is,
i need to get over it.
its not my choice,
it never was.
i wrote this like 2 years ago. its about hating valentines day lol :,)
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