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 Jul 2019 Joyce
atticus wilson
Someone sees through our mask
And so we reveal everything to them
Only with them are you yourself
Only with them do you let them see underneath
But once they see, they leave
Until another takes their place
Rinse and repeat
she undressed herself
for him

as one would undress
a wound

hopeful that the skin beneath
had healed
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Poet X
i imagine the only time
these fingertips have nothing left to say,
is when a heartbeat no longer carries them .

no..
not even then .
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Sanch
Maybe
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Sanch
maybe,
        'maybe' is the easiest word to say
        cause we never have to commit on something

maybe,
        'maybe' is the safest state to stay
        cause we always know when to leave

but maybe,
        maybe it is entirely different
        on the receiving end
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Say it
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Not that I need it
but when you say it
I believe it
better than when
you don’t say it
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Unwritten
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Your chapter still remains unwritten
Not because you’re forgotten
You come to mind too often
I just don’t want to share you yet
You’re the one I want to hold
on to for the longest
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Confined
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Time hasn’t been kind
to what’s on my mind
especially you who I find
hard to leave behind
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Fighter
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
you'll never go any higher
if after every time
your knees fold under
you don't get up as a fighter
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
In a nutshell
 Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
before you came it was hell
with you i'd hoped it'd go well
but it didn't last, the spell
all you've left behind is a shell
on it i will no longer dwell
consider this as my farewell
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