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india Nov 2017
how slowly time passes here
yet my thoughts feel possessed
and my life wild
india Nov 2017
I feel it very unfair what you did to me.
You probably do not know,
or do not want to know,
how it affected me.
That is okay.
Kind of.
You are human.
I am quite capable of doing the same thing.
Perhaps in a smaller way, I already have. But logic does not make it easy.
How much I wish it could.
I wish I could tear my memories out.  Suppress them.
Bury them.
It hurts to remember.
I compare constantly.
I cannot stop.
Why can't I?
It's so stupid.
I feel stupid because of it.
Among other things.
I do not want pity.
I do not even want an apology.
I just want you to understand what your actions have done.
Don't do it again.

Please don't do it again.
a letter you'll never read.
india Jan 2016
i've roamed too much, even for my nomadic mind
dropping off the brink of my thoughts
i plumment into the sea of angst
where i hadn't been bold enough to plunge through before
too late for nerve
mine have become disoriented to care now
dreading my fears is my lone rational state
i haven't a thought for anything but the ones racing through my skull
i grasp the illusive and grip the actual
the left and right sides of my brain wage warfare for control
every moment i'm fighting for harmony and in myself i find naught more then too many terrors and too many feelings
within a human who cannot convey either
so i don't
but let myself waste away
my body, like my mind, soon to know the destruction is a gift
given to many, but consumed by few
i'm caving inside out
my lungs breathe anxiety and my head thrives off concern
addicted to grief, i couldn't feel any for my own torturer self
rotting but still real
i do not fret for me

let me not forget my worries,
but let my worries forget me.

i.c.*d
a poem i wrote a very long time ago & still connect with.
india Jan 2014
let me tell you something i’ve come to realize over the short span of my lifetime and every day relearn over and again. people are all the same. at the end of the day, when the doors are closed and lights turn off. we are all humans searching and wondering and messing up every second. it isn’t just this generation. it isn’t just you. humans have been doing it since the beginning and will keep doing it. it’s in our nature. we all are insecure and trying too hard to fit it. we do it as children. looking up to someone and trying to be like them. we get so caught up in worrying about other people’s thoughts about us. no one takes a moment to imagine the person next to them feels the exact same. we compare and contrast our skin tones and body sizes. trying to squeeze into a one size fits all mold. who told us that person you are trying to be is better than who you are. most of the time no one has to. we take it upon ourselves to pick out flaws. we cover it the best we can. hoping no one will look to close. we never let anyone in. we shut out any light that might show our mistakes. we are all afraid of not being wanted. so we pretend we don’t care at all. we are all hoping for someone to come charging in and break down every barrier. but with everyone waiting, nobody is doing. immobilized by fear of being rejected. we play it safe. anyone who is too comfortable in their own skin is labeled. annoying. obnoxious. vain. brash. egoistical. stuck up. only by jealously for those who have what we don’t. we are all running in this cycle that we can’t stop. wanting to be confident, hoping someone will show us our beauty, hating those who realize they are. we want, hope and hate. sometimes our whole lives. just like the deluded thought of ideal beauty, we have an ideal person. that person who’ve been waiting on to make everything better. well i have a news flash. you don’t have to wait for this person. no the very person who is going to change you into the masterpiece who’ve always wanted to be is here. they’ve been waiting a long time for you to realize it too. that ideal person is you. yes you could roll your eyes or shake your head in annoyance. but the only person who knows every wall you built up, every flaw you keep concealed is yourself. you’ve wrested with self-imagine too long now. it doesn’t matter if someone told you how beautiful you were every day. would you believe them. would you smile and brush it off. it wouldn’t matter how many people or how many times. if you don’t believe it yourself. don’t give up now and think it will never happen. it can and it will. with one nice thought about yourself at a time. one nice thought about others too. you will find happiness when others are happy. you can slowly show the things you’ve hidden away. it will be hard. but it’s a mountain you’re climbing and you’re reaching the top. don’t be afraid to smile at ones who don’t at you. surprisingly one day they might have the guts to smile back too. little by little you are taking down the walls and in the process others will start to notice. stay unfazed by the whispers or stares. people are always jealous by what they don’t have and you got it. you have something they don’t have. an ideal person. you have become your own.

*i.c.d
if you read this whole thing, bless you.
india Nov 2013
the curious case of how you couldn't find the person staring back
in small glimpses, as time went by, you weren't there at all
like a locket with no picture
your heart was void, where once there was so much
it was stolen and wasted until nothing remained
so you went away clinging to the thought of self-discovery
it didn't do much but make you question who you were at all
you lost yourself in dreams of assurance and because of that you lost me
i was clinging to a thought of my own
the fear of being alone was now here and when it came knocking
i couldn't run to you anymore;
you were the reason it was reality
i faced my demons and found myself when i could lose nothing by letting go
and i hope i got it through your dense skull enough
that when you finally find that shattered part that you couldn't find
i'll be here, waiting
just where you left me.

*i.c.d
india Nov 2013
love was so innocent, as was i.
or at least it should have been
but you always made everything so cruel.
you couldn't just kiss me once and escape, you kept coming back.
as if you needed me, like i needed you.
and silly me, a glimpse of your killer smile and i was running back into dangerous territory.
disregarding the warning signs and the shrapnel blowing up in my face.
i thought you were my protection; not my pain.
like a thief, you stole kisses and parts of my heart.
when you finally had it all in your calloused hands, it didn't take you long lose interest.
every part of it exposed and it wasn't enough.
you were slipping through my grip,
still i tried to capture the attention i never had.
it didn't matter; you had your plans and leaving my heart crushed by your boot when you left,
i realized i had been a fool.
and worse, i had been a fool in love.
but your love tore me apart.

*i.c.d
india Nov 2013
never mind the pressure of the world
collapsing onto my shoulders
or the whips of cruel words
strung together by other’s mouths
it’s easy for me
but when the one soul
i care so much about
has seemed to run
it isn't easy for me

you seem to have forgotten how
i never left your side
the favor couldn’t be returned
you couldn’t keep your promises
and so i’m going to get lost in this
big city, mingle with the crowds
i’ll be a face among many
you won’t be able to find me
i’ll be the one that got away and
i hope it isn’t easy for you.

i.c.d
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