coping with depression. Mostly just me venting but any love is appreciated
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-stuart8 months 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-stuart8 months 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.
By Bevan Tse-stuart10 months ago in Poets
you should never play with fire It burns and it sears and it scars It destroys everything it touches But when it is not playing.
By Bevan Tse-stuart11 months ago in Poets
yes I still think of you But no I don’t want to And yes I still leave your side of the bed vacant But no you will never fill that space again
how do I learn to forget? How do I learn to forget how they take their tea on a sunny morning in their favourite mug And how they like it slightly darker on a cooler day,
By Bevan Tse-stuart12 months ago in Poets
I still remember the first time with you. We lay in my bed in my dads house Upstairs whilst he slept downstairs We’d been watching films all night on my laptop
By Bevan Tse-stuartabout a year ago in Poets
toxic you called it. Toxic love toxic friendship toxic knowledge It wasn’t toxic till you planned it a week in advance It wasn’t toxic till you told your friends before you told me
You said you’d be here for me more as a friend to help me with my depression but that was a cold blooded lie wasn’t it.
I want to hear my own laughter. It sounds obnoxious and self centred I know. But isn’t that all anyone wants to do? Live. Love. Laugh. It’s the centre of what humans hold dear. It’s one of the pure fundamentals of being a person, With a soul.
They say the most brutal battles give way to the best things But how can there be anything better than the feeling of lying next to the one you love most?