Punk 57

by Penelope Douglas

I learned a long time ago that you don’t need to reveal everything inside of you to the people around you. They like to judge, and I’m happier when they don’t. Some things stay hidden.

I miss you every day, I write. You’re my favorite place.

Making sure the girl who got out a few minutes ago is tucked back inside, down deep.

And I know right then and there I want to be the only girl he ever looks at like that.

Anything to not need you, Anything to not fall for you, Anything to look at a girl who’s not you, But baby, there’s nothing but you.

No one does you better than you. You can’t be replaced. Not everyone will see that, but only you need to.”