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Nikolas Jul 2019
Your hands are the bandages,
And your look is the antidepressant.

Your words are my therapy,
Your smile is my charity.

Your laugh is my prescription,
Your touch is my injection.

Your stare is my remedy,
Your love is my recovery.
Joshua Penrod Jul 2019
Celebrity
Bit by bit and break by break
Pain has become the celebrity
Of my heart

“Celebrity” -JP
Joshua Penrod Jul 2019
Bury me up to my neck in water

Soothe my like you would a preachers daughter

Like someone who’s sore from bowing at pews

Who’s secretly ****** up

And never amused

“Nevermind” -JP
Human amused tired bewildered alive dead acceptance process religion religious sin truth lies deception real
Joyce Yuen Jul 2019
you gave her a rose
after you finished
pricking me with the thorns
Lake Jun 2019
i only did it because i should
a sacrifice for the greater good
but good is never enough
nothing is ever too much
there's always something more
there's always another door
another room with nothing
leaving me wanting something
anything to fill it up
but nothing is enough
a lot to give, nothing to get
always prone to loss and regret
regressing in the name of progress
nothing wrong with the current process
can't bear to glance at what's behind
yet it screams in my ears all the time
Vic Jun 2019
Sorry,
I need a little time to process
Soon,
I'll be back.
A poem every day.

(I'll keep posting every day but it'll be quick shitpost until I'm ready to write again)
Joyce Yuen Jun 2019
I can laugh
about you and tell my friends
i’m over you.
I can tell them
I deserved better and how
you don’t mean anything to me anymore
because
you damaged me.
I can tell myself
I am better off without you
and
I can remind myself the destructive aspects of us in hopes of
getting rid of our nostalgic memories.
I can tell myself
“everything happens for a reason”
in hopes of self awareness on how
we weren’t made to last
(though God, I really thought we were going to).


                    but here is the thing about me and i hate it so much

I can’t erase you from my head
I persistently think of what we could’ve been or
what we could’ve done to change what had happened to us
(why did this have to happen to us?)
what ifs expand through my brain,
colliding and becoming clusters of thoughts that keep me up at night
as i stare up at the ceiling
I can’t fully move on
when you’re still a part of me.
your touch lingers on my skin
and
your laugh echoes in my ears.
my lips burn from remembering and feeling your gaze on them.
I can’t listen to songs that used to make me dance
I have to sit in silence some nights as i drive home,
scared our song will come on the radio.
I can’t listen to songs that once made me dance
because
I might end up in tears midway through it.
I can’t go to certain places, even when I know i would go
with people who love and support me
because we made plans to go there.
Hell, i cant even go back to some spots knowing of the past we had there.
I can’t eradicate you from me.
and God, I want to.

                     but here is the thing about me and i hate it so much

i still detect as though you feel the same too. i have hopes you think of me and us, the potential we had and if we could ever reconnect. (am i being foolish for this?)

                      but here is the thing about you that i hate so much

you can’t.

                                           you   c a n ’ t.


these are the parallels

                
                                               between

                                                               ­                                you and i.
Joyce Yuen Jun 2019
when i close my eyes
i find tranquility
only on nights where
i imagine you besides me

-i am still adjusting to the vacant spot on my bed
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