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Jul 2018 · 773
Wasps II
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I have once again, left
open the door to
my heart and
the wasps have found
their way in.
The fluttering in my bones
was not from the
It was the sharp sting of
falling in love
with you.
Jul 2018 · 247
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
You blew me away, like a
                                   feather in the wind.
The very first second I saw you,
                                                   I knew there
was no way I could keep up.  You swept me
             away with your wild currents.
          When I first met you,
                      I thought, I was weak.
I thought you would surely extinguish my flame
  with the tiniest whisper.
          But you showed me that I
                        you to be stronger,
          that I needed you to burn brighter,
not because I was weak, not because I needed a man, but
                      because you were my
other half.
Jul 2018 · 275
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I tasted
the sting of whiskey
on your lips as we
kissed, your body betraying
you one last time, it was saying,
“I couldn’t handle myself sober for this.”
we said our last goodbye, without
ever saying a word.
Jul 2018 · 286
Soft Magic
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
There is some kind of soft magic
in the way your hands glide
across my skin, half knowing,
and half discovering,
decoding all that I am.
The way you go straight to the heart
of the matter, yet in doing so,
you're perpetually awed both by
your new findings and by the
remnants of stardust you left
behind, last time.
Jul 2018 · 1.0k
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
You, earthling, how can you even
begin to attempt to fathom
what it means to live,
when you don’t bother
to attempt to fathom
what it means to love?

I’ve learned over the eons that
it may be air that keeps my lungs
full and my body alive,
but air doesn’t fill my heart
the way love does, and
air doesn’t breathe
life into my soul, the way
loving someone does.
Jul 2018 · 7.1k
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I do not need alcohol to have
I do not need cigarettes to be
I do not need dope to be
I need to feel you in my
I need to breathe you in with every
And even if you’re just a high,
I want to never come
I do need you.
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Jul 2018 · 282
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Golden-yellow, silky smooth skin
the color of honey begs me for a taste.
I mustn’t forget, the last time I came to
her seeking sweetness,
I was stung.
Jul 2018 · 202
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I'll whisper my secrets
to the stars and pray
you are far, far away,
because my darkest
desires, and
wildest dreams
were not meant for you,
my dear.
They were meant for the
boy with the tree at his
spine and
all of my fantasies
on his
Jul 2018 · 279
Deep II
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I closed my eyes and in hopes that you'd
suddenly materialize, I breathed in, deep.
The darkness ebbed and flowed.
I slowly lifted each lid, revealing
an emptiness before me
and an emptiness within.
I wish I could summon
you here.
Jul 2018 · 173
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Why do I love
I love you for
      what you are,
and for
what I am, when
I am with you.
The creatures, that love makes
out of us,
           are more beautiful
than all of the stars
                                 in the sky.
Jul 2018 · 288
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
There is so much power
in the delicate touch
of your hands caressing
my own.

Yet, this power, a force
even stronger than gravity,
and softer than a feather
binds me
to you.
Jul 2018 · 227
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I thought after
all these years of
being bitten and scratching sores,  
I'd eventually grow a thick enough skin
to keep out the mosquitos.
I was wrong.
Even so, mosquitos are nothing compared
to the itch I've got for you.
You see, mosquito bites are only skin deep,
but I've got this ravenous hunger for you,
gnawing at my bones.
Jul 2018 · 184
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Like desert birds circling
bones picked-clean, you
keep hanging around here
like I’ve got something to offer.

Let me tell you, I’m all out of magic.
You bled me dry and though
I love you, I can no longer
be in love with you.

I’ve only enough embers
to keep myself warm these days.
A shriveled husk, the remnants
of a past flame are what
I am to you now.
I can be nothing more.
Jul 2018 · 175
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
It was you who kept
me warm on those cold,
Winter nights.
I had you running in my veins
and your love was a fire that
left me burning
for days.
Jul 2018 · 194
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I’ve never had a deja’vu moment,
but I could have sworn I’ve seen you before,
after passing you on the sidewalk.
It wasn’t because you had a familiar face,
God knows I’m the worst when it comes to
remembering these details.
It was something in your stardust that
awakened mine.
I’ll never forget you.
Jul 2018 · 849
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
The boy with
amber eyes
destined for
glorious things.
And all those
he met could
he had a special
in his eyes.
but the girl he
dimmed his
she fell for another.
Sequel to "Velvet"
Jul 2018 · 268
Cheshire Moon
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
I looked up at the moon with a curiosity,
I, myself, had never known before.
The way its Cheshire-cat smile taunted me.
                             Somehow, it unnerved me.
                                               It challenged me.
And at the same time, the cool, white moonlight
made me feel warm inside, as if it knew I was alone
and it was smiling down on me
as a sign of comfort.
Jul 2018 · 271
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
You, my dear,
are very
much unlike
the rest.
Your antlers
have not yet
grown in
and you worry
they never will.
But the boy with
amber eyes
says that
yours will be
made of crystal
and not of
bone and

© Copyright Pegasus 2016
Jul 2018 · 127
Ettin Trails
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
This is where the ettin walks,
two-headed, three stories tall.
I’ve never heard the ettin talk,
save for his rancorous call.
Here, he lumbers, like an oaf,
towing up into the sky,
watching down upon the grove,
with his four golden eyes.
This giant is a savage beast
with a ram strapped to his back.
He is almost never at peace
except when he takes a nap.
The ettin lives up in the hills,
and walks between the trees,
guarding the grove from unwanted foes
and attacking those he sees.
The ettin carries an enormous club,
made from a withered old tree root.
He wears little ragged clothes
and stumbles around barefoot.
This poem is inspired by the ettins from World of Warcraft
Jul 2018 · 493
Autumn Haiku
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Gentle winds rolling,
Moonlight pouring over us,
Silent bliss outside.
Jul 2018 · 345
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
You are no lemon, or lime but
for some reason you
are still bitter, even
more so than a grapefruit
and I credit envy
with the way
you are so green.
Perhaps you are this
way because it is
winter when you bloom
and the sun isn’t out
to kiss you in the way
it does with oranges.
Jul 2018 · 219
Addictions II
Payton Hayes Jul 2018
Everyone will eventually
victim to some
addiction, and
I want to be the
ravenous hunger
in you
Jun 2018 · 229
Skin II
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Before I go, let me pour this
over your head
it is not the skin or the bones
or the rushing hot blood beneath,
it is not the eyes or the hair
or the makeup,
it is not the clothing and it is not
even the way her footsteps fall
on the pavement
that makes her beautiful,
it never has been
and it never shall be
it was always in her words
and the way she loved
Jun 2018 · 332
Sun & Moon II
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
You don’t need anyone to light you up.
Don’t ever let anyone else become
your sun, you are your own sun.
I believe that it is necessary to find
your moon, the person that you
reflect off of, and the person that you
fall into special kind of gravity with,
but no one should ever become your sun.
You are your own sun and you must
be your own source of light and life,
because once someone else
becomes your sun, and once that
sun falls into another’s orbit,
all of the flowers you’ve planted
shrivel up and die in darkness.
You must be your own sun.
Jun 2018 · 199
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
You are the pioneer
after the fire,
with silver-grey and
blue-green leaves,
pods filled with seeds,
and brilliant yellow
When you lived in the
mountains, you were
dressed in white-
lichen and snow.
Jun 2018 · 765
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Of course, I’m afraid of being lonely,
but I don’t fear being alone.
Solitude brings its own kind
of freedom, but I don’t want to be left
alone with myself for too long.
Jun 2018 · 198
Midnight Sun
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Even in a world of darkness,
I become your midnight sun.
Wrap me in your arms and I’ll
wrap you in warmth and light
‘til morning comes.
Jun 2018 · 214
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Sometimes, the leaves fall off the trees
to be carried over the
wind and to a new home.

Sometimes, the leaves fall off the trees
to be trampled and smashed into the
rich, black dirt.

Sometimes, the leaves fall off the trees
because they made the mistake of falling
for your charming inventions.

Sometimes, the leaves fall off the trees,
because they too, are falling in love
with you, my dear.
Jun 2018 · 200
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
I sat beneath the old saffron
willow, crumbling leaves
to dust in my soft palms.
Autumn creeped in once again,
setting the trees on fire and carrying
their leaves away with the cool wind.
I looked across the dirt road, at the
old, blackened house, bathed in sunlight.
The peeling paint leapt out like specks of glitter into the wind.
Years of memories were still trapped within its walls.

More than the leaves caught fire.
Jun 2018 · 225
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Your cheeks
are the

and every freckle is a glittering
Your eyes are like beautiful moons, deep
like the    
and full of

Jun 2018 · 255
Black Bones
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Twisting and turning,
inside I am burning
blackened bones all smeared with ash,
and soot,
and along the edges tinged with yearning.

You were my air, I was your fire
and I was consumed with desire
a longing for you burned me up
like wood,
and the smoke kept on rising, higher.

Stole my breath away with a smile
and your colored wings, all the while
I stood
so very still, but my heart was beating wild.

The suffocating wind was roaring
for your love it was imploring
it would
have been the death of me,
but with you, I am forever soaring.
© Copyright Pegasus 2016
Jun 2018 · 199
Silk Trees
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
I remember driving down the sun-baked
city street, on a mission to find
something, somewhere, which
now I cannot remember.
But I do remember this: you pulled
the truck aside and said, “Go grab some of
those pods off those trees.”
When I protested you simply gestured
for me to get going.
To this day, I still have mimosa and catalpa beans
stashed away in an old cigar box, silk trees
waiting to be planted in the
rich, dark earth.
Jun 2018 · 247
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
You’ve grown on me
like moss and ivy,
slowly at first but
before you know it, I’m
covered in you, and I
choose not to remember
what it was like to be naked.
Jun 2018 · 382
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
My covered eyes see nothing through darkness
but my other senses have heightened

I hear every footstep crush softly over
the carpeted floor beneath me

I feel his hands gently move across
my skin, caressing

I smell the leather I’m wearing, and it reminds
me that I am home, and I have found
my center.

There is only one that remains, taste.
And I have no doubt it will be
Jun 2018 · 248
First II
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
I love the way you always
challenge me.
          The way you always
         keep me on my toes.
          The way         you always
get my heart beating
like a drum.
This time, it was a race, only the first one
     to cross the finish line
     was not the winner.
The way you asked me
       what I wanted if I wanted if I won and what would happen
                                                   if I lost.
I tried to hold out on you, love, but your dancing
   fingers and perfect rhythm get me every time.
And when I moaned softly, as our ballet met its coda,
               you yanked me so close that my chest was
   one with yours and you whispered in my ear,

                                                   “I. Win.”
Jun 2018 · 53
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
Bruises color your face
and the split lip he
gave you is enough
to warrant it,

but gin on ice
is never enough to cut
the sting of the morning,

the pain on
the inside won’t just
go away with the cool rush of
juniper berries that
tastes like jet engine fuel.
Jun 2018 · 258
Lost and Found
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
I knew what you
                          were from
    the very beginning.
I saw you from a
                 different angle.
All the others saw a sleek and slender form.
Thin bones that were jam-packed with dreams.
When I looked your way,
I saw
misunderstood, and
wandering. Lost.
But the way your eyes lit up when you saw me-it
was enough to let me know that
I had
Jun 2018 · 251
Payton Hayes Jun 2018
There is no real reason
for alphabetical order
every essay,
every book,
every poem and every song
is just the same twenty-six
in a different combination
but I’d re-write the entire
alphabet and
give it a new order
if that is what it takes
to get you to understand, not
‘that it’s “I love you,”’ but
‘it’s you that I love.’

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