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Robyn Todd

Robyn Todd

let me keep you in the margins.

Please don’t ever become a conspicuous line in a poem.
Please don’t ever become another among the mass of wrongs that wrote this book.
Stay in the margins, please.
Let me doodle your heart in the sideline,
let me separate you from the words on this page.
— please don’t ever become sordid inspiration.

Altre opere di Robyn Todd...
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Why do I feel guilty for moving o… I’m so scared to fall in love with… and accept that I am past him. What he did, What he said.
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,
granddaughter– grandson.

I’ll be the grandson you always wa… I’ll stand in the garden and marve… none of which I can pronounce. I’ll help you with the sunday roas… “yes, these are the best roasties…
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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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How have I survived this long bei… and how I do learn to live any dif… — I am so tired of tearing myse…
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There is so much pain in this worl… Not with the tattered receipts and… or the photos of friends on every… Candid photos; ones I probably wo… Not with the bookshelf and the pil…
growing up.

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,
did you or did you not?

What were you wearing? Was your voice too high, your skirt matching? Was your tone too tough, your strength not enough?
my heart was in your hands.

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.
a shower is not enough.

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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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…
haunted.

“Every corner of this house is hau… Every corner of this house is haun… Every nook, every cranny, every ro… The curtains intended to block out… For who dares to look inside this…
changing the world

I don’t need to change the whole w… Just my corner of it. — and what a beautiful corner i…
emergency contact.

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…



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