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Robyn Todd

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Why do I feel guilty for moving on?
I’m so scared to fall in love with you,
and accept that I am past him.
What he did,
What he said.
How do I begin to love again,
when love has taught me wrong?
— please teach me what right love feels like.

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Nothing rhymes with orange, No word perfectly follows it, No word perfectly matches it. No word perfectly flows alongside… It is not perfect.
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What were you wearing? Was your voice too high, your skirt matching? Was your tone too tough, your strength not enough?
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A shower is not enough. condemning a loofah to a string, a bar of soap to a pebble, hell, even the tiles to plaster. if i could tear myself apart
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let me keep you in the margins.

Please don’t ever become a conspic… Please don’t ever become another a… Stay in the margins, please. Let me doodle your heart in the si… let me separate you from the words…
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I surround myself with meaningless… I create a narrative in my head w… to make my own feel ever so slight… I pace my room for hours on end in… to make the pounding in my chest o…
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You do not need a final conversati… You do not need to sit across from… their lies, their excuses. You do not need to forgive them fo…
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You are still my emergency contact… You are still the person they call when I am distressed, when I am sick, when I am too tired to even take c…
papercuts and pencil shavings.

How many pages is this going to la… How many chapters am I going to h… How many times am I going to chan… How long is this going to last, I’m running out of paper; flowing…
misplaced plots.

You have become a dog-eared book a… Pages I will stumble upon some da… To find the pencil marks fading, and the highlighter bleeding. To find tattered corners,
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I gave you absolutely every part o… to the point there is none left fo… I gave you everything I had, everything I was, everything I needed myself.
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Waiting for the sunrise on christm… I don’t know what happened, or why… I’m not sure when playing out with… scuffed knees and sticky mouths, hands caked with mud and memories,
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