coping with depression. Mostly just me venting but any love is appreciated
no one has ever asked me what my biggest fear is. But I have been asked what I’m scared of before. And I have a default setting because it’s ironic and it’s an easy cop out, I say heights.
By Bevan Tse-stuart2 months ago in Poets
am I to blame For falling in love to fast For loving unrepentantly and committing to you? Because I wonder if in this world it is on me,
By Bevan Tse-stuart7 months ago in Poets
you said you respected me too much to tell me So you lied for half our time And yet you had the guts; The guts to put xx at the end of texts still
people ask what happened a lot And my response every time is the same, You did something wrong and I’m trying to cope Followed my a gulp of whatever I’m drinking
I guess I’ve always been a water bottle A clear plastic bottle, no label no straw no design Just a plain water bottle I started my life filled with just that. Fresh water
I thought i was once probably loveable, but at the least likeable I never thought I’d be unlovable or unlikeable But you showed me that I was
there are some things i must tell the walls now i can no longer tell you i got an A in my last assignment the dog down the road still barks every day at 11am
By Bevan Tse-stuart8 months ago in Poets
I hope you remember the day I bought you flowers The weight that red vase held The smell of me finding your favourite flowers by accident
by fire by love. It was my first published story on this lovely website. It helped me realise what I can do with my words.
By Bevan Tse-stuart2 years ago in Writers
I’ve always been more a fool than a boy Or maybe those just go together when you’re me Either way I became a fool for poetry november 10th 2019
By Bevan Tse-stuart2 years ago in Poets
if you ever said you missed me I fear for how I would react If you ever said you missed me I wish I could hear those words again.
