Punk 57

by Penelope Douglas

Fuck. I put the pen to the paper and scrawl what my goddamn heart can only whisper. I miss you every day, I write. You’re my favorite place.

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

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