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I was once a believer in true love
I thought that if someone showed enough interest
And enough care and love
Enough tenderness and consideration
That they would be able to, in turn, be loved and appreciated all the same
When I gave that to you
When I was a mere player in your game
And bought into your plots and schemes
When I believed your excuses, your deceit
I came to the realization that all you did was reject me
You dangled your love in front of me
Just out of my reach
With that, you ruined me
You singlehandedly destroyed any hope I had for true love
I hope you sleep well at night
Knowing you destroyed someone who was once so sure of herself
And so capable of loving
Now all I am is numb
"I hate you for your lies and your covers. And I hate us for making good love to each other. And I love making you jealous. But don't judge me. And I know that I'm being hateful. But that ain't nothing. I'm just jealous. I'm just human. Don't judge me." -Beyoncé, Jealous

© Peyton 2013
I spent too many nights kissing boys who taste like ***** and cigarettes
With roaming hands and no regrets
And not enough nights kissing the boy with lips like summer and a smile like the clouds
With gentle hands
And eyes like morning coffee
I want to scream
I want to yell
But then you do that cute little thing
Where you pull me in close,
and tell me you love me

I try to move on
I try to forget
But I can't help but forgive
Every time you gently cup my face in your hands,
and kiss my pouting lips

You've made me angry
You've walked out on me
But then I hear a knock on the door at 2 a.m.,
and there you are standing with a bouquet of daisies
(you know those are my favorite)

We laugh
We cry
But the good, happy crying,
and it makes me feel the intimacy

This endearment
This relationship
It all seems to be a mess
But I couldn't wish it any less dysfunctional,
and trust me when I say this

I love you.
I love you dearly,
you crazy, crazy boy
I have an incredible,
And increasing urge,
To draw.
Wow.
That's kinda messed up.
I call it drawing,
A harmless,
Innocent thing,
That a child would do.
But this kind of drawing is different.
No pencils,
No paper.
Just skin,
And metal.
They both turn out pretty pictures.
So when I say,
"I want to draw",
Im not talking about the one with pencils and paper.
Dont trust me alone,
Dont leave me by myself,
Because I have a bad habit of drawing,
When there's no one around to stop me.

— The End —