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What is it about an idea that convinces
a person so resolutely they are correct?
- [i.r.] // [02/07/24]
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It was never my intention to drag you down-
But I cannot be the only one
who feels like they are about to drown.
-mutually assured destruction has never felt so comforting
-[i.r.] // [10.07.22.]
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You looked at me like I was made of glass,
Looking back on it that’s what finally made me shatter.
When you touched me, I felt your fingertips
tremble against my skin, so light sometimes
I wasn’t sure you were there at all.
- [i.r.] // [08.12.22.]
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Loving you may destroy me
but I will gladly do it anyway.
-I broke my own heart before you ever could
- [i.r.] // [07.19.22.]
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I will miss you every moment we are apart. But I know you will come back to me-
that is enough to keep me going.
- [i.r.] // [07.10.22.]
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I would rather be alone than dragged down
with this collapsing illusion of love.
- [i.r.] // [05.20.22.]
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No one taught you how to be wrong.
So you always expected to be right.
Can I really blame you for something
you were never capable of?
- [i.r.] // [04.27.22.]
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From a young age our minds are filled with
false expectations that our lives must be
riveting, we must be grand to matter.
We learn how quickly people fade 
from every memory, thus starting a
desperate attempt to be eternal.
It is near effortlessly to inadvertently 
forget to love the softer aspects of life
in light of trying to create something endless.
Sometimes we all forget to live,
we let experiences pass by attempting
to manifest future happiness.
There is endless love in this world,
sometimes hiding in ways we may
never know, so easily missed out on.
We put so much pressure on ourselves
not to be forgotten and accidentally
forget what it is all for. 
-[i.r.]
[04.22.22.]
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We sit across from one another, on the floor with our legs crossed
as if mirroring the way we acted as children could bring back our innocence.
A partially filled bottle of liquor is the only thing separating us.
It would be such a simple action to close the space
that is keeping me from your touch.
Everytime you breathe the scent of alcohol turns
my stomach, making it difficult to look at you.
Your voice is slurred almost beyond recognition as you tell me
that you do not think you could ever believe in love.
My heart becomes the heaviest thing in the room
as tears burn the corners of my eyes.
I unintentionally pull away at the sound of your words,
looking widely around for anything that is not you.
My lungs burn without oxygen as my chest painfully constricts and
I cannot force the breath from my lips much less words.
And my mind desperately searches for an
explanation to how we ended up like this.
Your hand quivers as you reach for the bottle your glossy eyes shining
with an eerie determination and I cannot do anything
but choke on any attempt to stop you.
- [i.r.]
[02.23.22.]
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In the spaces between my fingers I found your name- like my hands will forever search for you.
- [i.r.]
[02.20.22.]
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As memories swirl around my head I see
fragments of our broken love.
Perhaps we were more infatuated with
the damage we could cause each other,
somehow forgetting that
this was supposed to be love.
- [i.r.]
[01.28.22.]
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There is an excruciating twisting in my chest
as I watch the love you once had for me
fade like the sky during a sunset.
Slowly then all at once.
- [i.r.]
[01.24.22.]
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When I was growing up I wanted to be a lot of things.
I am fifteen years old and
my mind floods with ideas of becoming a therapist.
I know what it is like to hurt
so excruciatingly your entire body nearly implodes
with the strain of keeping it all in.
I am fifteen and all I want is to be one of
the good things in the world.
Suddenly two years had flashed by
without me even noticing.
I am seventeen and painfully notorious for
being unable to make decisions.
Though this was the year I made the biggest
decision of my life.
I decided I wanted to really live.
The years have been slipping by almost painfully fast,
I am nineteen now realizing for
the first time how many things
I’m good at, but not knowing how to build a life from them.
It’s hard to breathe with the pressure of deciding
Who I am- who I want to be.
Five years later I am still terrible
at making decisions.
I am unsure what I want to do with my life,
Though I know I want to be one of the good things in this world.
- [i.r.]
[01.23.22]
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It is significantly easier to hate a monster than a human.
So we strip them of every redeeming characteristic while nullifying any ounce of humanity they once had.
- maybe we are the monsters
- [i.r.] // [01.15.21.]
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I look at the water running down
the body I have convinced myself to hate.
The cascade of water temporarily washes away
more than dirt and not for the first time
I wonder why I despise this realm
that my soul has made home.
I wonder why I would take this land and
starve it of the nutrition that would make it thrive.
- [i.r.]
[12.03.21.]
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I have become too many things I swore to myself I would never be.
- [i.r.]
[10.30.21.]
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