ugh this poem though

I don’t really know
What I should think-
Having all these doubts,
It makes me want to drink

And I just keep bottling up
All these feelings inside
Yet I told you I’d tell you-
I guess this means I’ve lied.

I can’t find the courage to
Ask you, to find the truth
I’m always scared what you
Will say- we are still youth

And youth can be quite
Adventurous, I might add-
And the words you say just
Scare me of what you had-

It scares me that I
Might not be your one
Whilst I’m over here
Breaking every
Wall down
That I can.


2:14pm.

You Matter to Me

Summary: Phil’s tired of living in everyone else’s shadow.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3465 

A/N: This took an eternity and a day to write omg. So anyway I kind of based this off of mine and my best friend’s relationship so I’m like really passionate about this and worked really on it so I hope you like it. Enjoy! xx

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I hope that someday someone hurts you like you hurt me.
—  words from a bitter, broken heart

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