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 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
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 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
I wouldn't consider myself depressed.
I have times when I'd laugh at a joke,
or smile at someone on the street.
Forget for a split second that I have any problems.
But then when it gets dark.
And I'm in my room, all alone.
I realise how depressed I really am.
*~ r.s
 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
Glances
 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
Its so ironic
How I look at you
Hoping for you to look back at me

But when our eyes meet
I look away
Because I don't want you to
See how much I need you
*~ r.s
 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
- Me -
 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
rs
I am a paradox.
I want to be happy,
But I think of things that make me sad.

I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious.
I say I don't care, but I really do.
I don't like myself, but I also love who I am.
I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way.

I am a conflicted contradiction.
If I can't figure myself out,
There's no way anyone else can.
*~ r.s
 May 2015 Gwen Johnson
MKF
I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.
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