If love is the strongest emotion, then what is hate without love? What is identity without hate and love? What is it besides what we do because of what we love and hate? Is that who we are? Is that what we are?
These poems are about identity, fear, relationships, and who I am versus who I used to be. They're in order from me not knowing who I was, evolving into my existence to love me more than anyone else could or can. They're in order from the toxicity in my life to my shedding that toxicity.