Peanut Butter Toast

Right now I'm dying,
Let me tell you some things that still have me breathing:

Sitting with me while I panicked,
All because I hate my body.

Someone listening to my generic break-up cries,
And seeing past it but giving their best advice.

Superhero shirts and converse.

People who stayed after
Watching me change moods so fast,
I couldn't even keep track.

Late night talks and crumpled paper balls.

Sticky notes and glitter, anywhere and everywhere.

Someone noticing the hurt and the spiral,
And trying to understand why I avoided life
Three times a day.

Little notes asking for something that
Could have been simple for anyone else,
But I pushed myself because one person
Noticed, cared, and asked.

Matching Batman on special days
After things would go bad.

Notes turning into letters,
Letting me know you're human
And that you care.

Christmas surprises,
Even though I wasn't able to finish mine.

Staying even after the things I did.
Hoping that you understood why
And that it was not me intentionally.

Hoping you understood that that isn't who I am.

Sitting until the early hours of the morning
To answer my questions and finish conversations.

A coin that almost never leaves my pocket
And sometimes I like to think it fights my demons,
Even in my sleep.

The Watcher in the Snow.

Sculpture parks, being a pretentious artist,
Making jokes and drinking coffee.

I didn't forget, though,
Late night peanut butter toast.

Author's Note

There was something else i wrote earlier but I scrapped it. I already talked to a friend and thanked them for being there. This was long due anyway.

Reviews

[Jessica]

I hope you are doing well. I really love this poem and the memories

[t.m.]

The beginning wasn't figurative. You also never answered my question. But hey look I'm breathing for now

[Jessica]

About whether I could help with the project? It's possible. Why were you dying?

[t.m.]

Long story. I'd rather not put it in the comments. I still am.

[Jessica]

Could not see the photos

[t.m.]

They're on my profile, under the photo tab

[Jessica]

There is no photo tab. Try sending in a message

[t.m.]

I'll attach them to this piece.

[t.m.]

You have to click the picture next to the title. The other one is attached to the poem Rome.