Some poems by me!

A text to someone I used to know

I'm such an idiot. I really thought I could do this. I really thought maybe things would be ok between us. I *** everything up. And all I can do now is think. Think about how you made me laugh through my tears. The way you made me feel like I mattered, even if it was fake. Think about how I'm alone and about all the times you were there while I was alone. Think about how every time I get a text I hope it's from you. I'll sit here and think about how I would give anything to hug you. So how about you just make this easy and say I never mattered.

@SmollPeridotsBreakdown

Love these😊💛 I hope u keep writing

@SmollPeridotsBreakdown

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Dark in the Light

Pierce is the love of my life, the person i have always dreamed of finding. Our story started two years ago in the very same first where we are headed today. I can still picture that day as clearly as when it happened. We met for the first time on a cool spring afternoon when the trees were bursting with new green leaves and the sound of the wind whistling through branches filled the air. From that moment, something clicked between us, but i didn't realize just how special it was back then. Over the next few months pierce kept showing up unexpectedly, like the universe itself was pulling us together.

One day he surprised me by returning to that same quiet spot in the woods, this time holding a small bouquet of wildflowers he had picked just for me. We sat on a fallen log, and the sunlight streamed through the treetops and flickered across the forest floor, he looked into my eyes. In a gentle voice, he poured out his feelings. He told me he loved me and wanted us to be together. I almost couldn't believe what i was hearing—my heart raced as if id just won a priceless treasure. I guess in a way i had. The moment felt so perfect, almost unreal.  The sunlight filtered through the tall canopy above, casting shifting shadows that danced across the mossy ground. The scent of damp earth mixed with the sweet aroma of wildflowers. Pierce had gone into the woods earlier that day and picked a bunch of colorful flowers, carefully constructing them into a crown which he place on my head. It was a simple honest gesture that made my heart burst with happiness.

That day marked the beginning of everything for us. I remember feeling awe-struck hat he truly loved me, that someone like him could feel the same way i did. Its a feeling I carry with me still.

Over the past year, our relationship has grown stronger. We’ve shared countless walks through this same forest, talking about dreams and hopes, and laughing until our cheeks hurt. It became our special place, a symbol of how far we’ve come together. Today, we are celebrating a whole year of being a couple. To mark it, we’re planning to return to that peaceful woods once more. We’ll spread out a blanket on the soft ground and enjoy a picnic filled with sweet berries and crunchy seeds—simple foods, but full of meaning.

This trip feels just as meaningful as that first day, if not more. It’s a way to honor the journey we’ve been on and the love that keeps growing between us. Every moment spent here reminds me how lucky I am to have found someone who makes my world brighter. As we sit back and enjoy our little feast among the trees, I know this forest will always hold a special place in our hearts. It’s the place where we first truly connected, where our story began. And I look forward to many more moments like this, creating memories in the same quiet, beautiful woods that brought us together in the first place.

As I drive along the winding road that leads toward the forest, I find myself unable to focus entirely on the road ahead. My eyes keep drifting to Pierce sitting quietly beside me. He has an effortless grace about him, and I can’t help but stare at him with admiration. His feathers are bright and flawless, gleaming like polished porcelain, with a shade of white so pure it almost looks like snow under the sunlight. His eyes, deep and rich, are a warm chocolate brown, surrounded by a thin band of sky-blue that makes them stand out even more. I’ve loved the way he looks from the moment I first saw him, and even after all this time, that same fascination doesn’t fade. I catch myself imagining the way his feathers catch the light as he moves, the subtle tilt of his head when he’s curious, or the gentle way he coos along with the radio playing softly in the background.

I can hear that soft, comforting sound—Pierce’s voice—singing along with the song that’s playing. His cooing is surprisingly melodic and tender, and it makes the car feel warmer, more alive. It’s a small, simple gesture but it always makes me smile because it’s such a perfect reflection of his gentle nature. We’ve shared so many quiet moments like this, where just the sound of him cooing becomes enough to fill the car with a sense of peace.

Suddenly, I speak up, softly interrupting the music. I reach over to turn down the volume, my fingertips brushing against the radio’s knob. “Pierce?” I ask, my voice gentle but full of curiosity. I want to catch his attention, to see what he’s thinking.

He responds instantly, his voice carrying a little warmth and hesitation. “Wesley?” he says softly, waiting patiently for me to ask whatever I need to know. His eyes flick to mine, as if waiting for my question to fully form, or perhaps hoping I’ll ask him something meaningful.

I take a breath, then ask, “What’s your favorite thing about the forest?” I want to know what makes this place special to him, what stands out in his mind. It’s been a long time since we’ve talked about it openly, and I’m curious to hear what he treasures most about this place where we’ve spent so many moments together.

Pierce chuckles quietly, almost to himself, like the question caught him off guard in a way but also makes him happy. His laugh is soft but genuine, revealing a depth of feeling beneath his calm exterior. After a brief pause, he answers, voice steady but a bit nostalgic. “Well, Wes,” he begins, “it’s where I met you. That’s where I fell in love with you.” He pauses and sighs softly, as if remembering something truly important. “My favorite thing about the forest,” he continues, “is you.”

His words hang there in the air, simple but full of meaning. The memory of how we first met here, how I made him feel, flashes into my mind. It was one of those moments that felt like fate—like the forest had brought us together in some quiet, invisible way. His words make me smile, warm and touched, knowing that he feels the same about this place.

We share a small, gentle smile, our eyes lingering for a moment longer before returning to the peaceful rhythm of the drive. The car is filled with a calm silence now, but that silence is rich with understanding and affection. The woods outside seem to echo that connection, as if nature itself agrees with what he’s saying.

When we finally reach the edge of the forest and slow down to a stop, Pierce instinctively nudges the door open. He steps out first and comes around to open my door as well, bowing slightly in a playful, polite gesture. His movement is smooth and confident, and I can’t help but laugh quietly as the familiar scene unfolds, that small act of chivalry making me feel lucky. The light shines through the trees, casting dappled shadows on his feathers. His gesture feels like more than just opening a door—it’s a symbol of how much he cares, of a bond that runs deeper than words.

The small laugh I can't contain escapes my lips easily, and Pierce grins in response. It’s a perfect moment—simple, genuine, filled with love and friendship. As I step out into the fresh air, I realize that what makes this place and this man so special is their ability to turn a quiet drive into a memory I cherish.

The walk to the picnic spot was filled with chatter and fits of laughter. Every step seemed lighter as we talked about silly memories and joked around. The air felt warm, and the sunlight dappled through trees, casting playful shadows on the path. But even amid all the joy, a strange feeling crept into my mind. Every few moments, I noticed Pierce avoiding my gaze. His eyes stayed fixed on the ground or drifted somewhere far away. It was like he wasn’t really there with us. His laughs, which normally sounded genuine and cheerful, now felt hollow and forced. I could see how hard he was trying to hide what he was feeling, but it was obvious something was off.

When we finally reached the open grassy space where we always had our picnics, I felt a small sense of relief. This was our spot—a quiet, familiar place where we could relax and enjoy each other's company. I laid out the old quilt we carried in the bag, a patchwork of faded colors and worn fabric that held many memories. Sitting down, I began to unpack the food Pierce had brought. There were sandwiches, chips, and a small container of berries we’d picked earlier that morning. As I spread everything out, I noticed Pierce still standing at a distance. His posture stiff, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed somewhere behind us as if he was lost in thought.

“Pierce?” I called softly, trying to catch his attention. There was a flicker of confusion in my voice. “Are you okay?” My brow furrowed as I noticed he didn’t turn around, didn’t reply. Anxiety nestled in my chest. I asked again, this time more urgently, “Pierce, what’s wrong?” Hope for an explanation lifted my voice. But there was only silence. The kind of silence that feels heavy and uncomfortable.

Then, slowly, he turned his head towards me. His face was unreadable, almost blank. “Huh?” he mumbled, as if he hadn’t heard me or was distracted by his own thoughts. His eyes looked down at his feet, then back at me briefly. It was clear he wasn’t fully present, like he was caught in a weird fog. When he saw how everything had already been laid out—my food, the berries, the quilt—he seemed to realize he’d missed something. His shoulders curled inward, and he muttered an apology. His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth or emotion. It sent a cold shiver through me.

“Are you alright?” I asked again, concern creeping into my voice. I could see him sit down, slowly lowering himself onto the quilt. He began eating, but he ate mechanically, as if going through the motions. His movements were stiff and unengaged. I wanted to understand what was bothering him, but I couldn’t find the right words. A dozen questions crowded my mind—Was he upset? Confused? Did something happen that I didn’t know about? But I kept quiet. I just sat there, watching him eat in silence, feeling helpless and confused.

After a while, he finished his food and wiped his hands on a napkin. Without a word, I got to my feet. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said softly, hoping fresh air might help. He didn’t respond immediately. Without hesitation, he stood up and started walking beside me, matching my pace. We moved in silence, step after step, for what felt like nearly ten minutes. Neither of us spoke. The quiet stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. The silence was deafening.

Finally, I stopped walking. I turned to face him and asked, “What’s wrong?” My voice was tense, filled with genuine concern. He paused a few steps ahead but still said nothing. His shoulders were tight, eyes unfocused. I was about to step closer when suddenly, he lunged at me.

In a quick, reckless movement, Pierce threw himself toward me. His body collided with mine, uncoordinated and frantic. Before I could react, I felt cold metal pressed against my neck. A sharp pain shot through my skin as a knife pierced deep. Blood welled around the blade as the world spun in a haze of shock. His pristine white feathers, once pure and soft, now soaked with tiny spots of my blood. Blood dripping onto the grass, staining what was supposed to be a peaceful picnic spot. Shock, fear, and pain washed over me as I stammered his name, voice trembling. My vision blurred, feelings of paralysis gripping every part of me. The darkness swallowed me whole.

Wesley was more than just the man I loved; he was the other half of me. The perfect match, the opposite I needed to feel complete. We fit together like a key in a lock, each one balancing out the other's strengths and weaknesses. We had celebrated our one-year anniversary just a few days ago, a milestone I thought marked the best year of my life. But then, on the day I lost him, everything changed. That day lingers in my mind, clear and sharp. It’s like the moment fractured reality, splitting everything into then and now.

We started the morning with bright eyes and smiling voices. We teased each other about little things—his silly jokes, my impatient patience—all while driving to our favorite picnic spot. The sunlight made his feathers gleam with an irradiance I’d never noticed before, and I caught a glimpse of the way he looked at me with softness and hope. Everything felt right. I remember the gentle touch of his hand on my knee, and how his laugh sounded like music. It’s hard to believe that one moment I was full of love, and in the next, I was drowning in chaos.

Then it happened. One second we were talking about future plans, about the little adventures we wanted to have, and the next… I felt a strange shift inside me. It was like I wasn’t even myself anymore. Suddenly, I wasn’t in control. I don’t know what came over me in those few seconds. One moment my thoughts were clear, peaceful even, and the next I was overwhelmed with darkness. We were still in the car, still laughing, when I was hit by a rush of something I didn’t understand—an urge so strong that it made my hands tremble.

It all happened so fast, yet it feels like it’s frozen in time. My mind replaying what I did, what I saw. I saw the blood, felt the sticky warmth on my hands, like a cruel reminder of what I had done. I can’t forget the sight of his face, shocked and scared, as I found myself unable to stop. I see that moment replaying in my mind again and again, like a nightmare I can’t wake from. My heart aches with guilt and confusion.

Why did I want to hurt him so badly? That question haunts me every hour, every minute. I loved him more than anything, yet I crossed that line. I know I should be breaking apart, but a dark curiosity grips me—an almost sick fascination with what I did, with the power I held in that moment. I ask myself if I knew what I was doing, or if I was lost in some kind of crazy haze. It’s like I’m trying to understand what sparked this violent part of me, that side I never knew existed.

It’s a mystery wrapped in shame. I never wanted to hurt him, not really. Yet, somehow, within me, something dark took over. The love I felt for him now feels torn, stained with regret and remorse. All I can understand is that the love of my life was gone, replaced by memories I hate, by questions I can’t answer. My world turned upside down that day, leaving me to live with the ghost of what I once was and the shadow of what I did.

Sitting at a table for two

You held both my hands when I lost my breath

The coffee got cold but you never left

You held me close and made it clear

That you would never disappear

People get restless when you hold my hand

Judging the way that our shadows entwine

They all think you’re supposed to be mine

We’re painting a picture they don't get to see

No pressure, no labels, no guarantees

You're just my person, and that's enough for me

That's enough for me

You sat on the floor when my world fell apart

Offering comfort, a light in the dark

My head on your shoulder, your hand in my coat

Reeling me in when I'm ready to float

They judge from the outside, but love is the cure

And whatever this is, it is wonderfully pure

We’re painting a picture they don't get to see

No pressure, no labels, no guarantees

You're just my person, and that's enough for me

That's enough for me

Some hearts heal with distance

Others just need a hand

We don't need to cross the line

Just trust as our worlds intertwine

And leave the rest to fate’s design.

No pressure, no labels, no guarantees

You're everything I need, just not how they think

You're just my person, and that's enough for me

Yeah, that's enough for me

Writing our own rules, no need to explain

You're just my person, and that won't change

Yeah, that's enough for me