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N E M E N T I A
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ne·men·tia (n.) : the post-distraction effort to recall the reason why you're feeling particularly sad or anxious or angry or excited, in which you retrace your sequence of thoughts like a kid wandering across the neighborhood gathering the string of a downed kite, which was likely lost in a romantic storm or devoured by that huge carnivorous tree that is Things Your Parents Have Said.
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you just watched me
fall so recklessly
into every pieces
of shattered fragments
and those fading memories
of your leaving
which i still hold very close to me
is now my every reality
everyone called me
a dreamer, an artist
in a universe created
just purely out of you
i found myself sinking
into the words of this screen
and the absence of you
pulling away from me, not permanently
i was cosmically drawn
into your light
just like a moth
on a warm summer night
i fell in love
with your every fabricated lines
and the tales of you i had built
out of exploding stars
i fell in love, with the danger
of how your looming eyes
looked on me
you made it look as if i'm the one
i fell in love
with your fucked up mind
and how you used to run
your fingers along mine
my mind refuses now
to paint us as just a girl and a boy
two warm bodies colliding
smoking and wasting time
i submerged myself
into your turbulent waters
and ignored all those warning signs
my friends used to give
i expected you
to be my shelter, my home
not knowing then
you're the fucking storm
i lost heaven to hell
still, you just watched me
fall dangerously in love with you
our love is made for movie screens
and you didn't do
a single thing
to prevent
any of it
bringing havoc
is your specialty
but i must admit
i still crave you next to me
i'm sorry we don't have forever
i know now, my love
you are made to leave
scars and marks
you are heavenly crafted
to cause chaos
in the hearts
of those loving poets
and i, a poet,
a fool,
who writes infinitely
about you.
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YOU ARE READING
Fragmented
Poetry"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
