Forget I'm A FragmentA Poem by emily joeI'm nervous to put this one out. What do you think?I've always strived to be that imperfect contradiction So I guess then I asked you to dance I’ll try to keep you interested I make silly faces at you Mentally hitting rewind Park swings benchmarking lovers of your childhoods' inability to make up your mind
A distant corner of my past I thought you’d fade But we weren’t so lucky Bad memories can come of dark places and small windows These memories we stir up to remind ourselves of how miserable we were with chalk on our hands and bruises on our hearts People kill for breathing simplicity It’s something of a melody But nothing less So did she know? That in a land before time All that there was Beautiful fragments of pine needles and love I didn’t even know Although sometimes I did But what I forgot was to lean forward and whisper It wasn’t worth it Laugh Because you aren’t her This was my last attempt at saving you But what do you do When scissors just won’t cut it What’s mine was once yours So I gave you my rope Hands in the air to catch you All I caught that day was deception And yet my smile shines As the breath of summer fades This is the only thing we never shared Because when my tears run dry I wear colorful scarves and dance to the music of snow He told me I must love it if I can fashion words out of it He was wrong I hate snow But it isn’t over until you have a brain freeze and my feet hurt from walking Sometimes all you need is a good cardigan But what we needed was to sit down And rest Struggling to walk your last mile Spread your wings, I'll pour you a cup of tea Milk? Is comic relief embedded in our DNA? Sometimes we try Pretentiously kicking our feet back But you had sand in your hair and my coffee was cold It was before you had hair though that I felt you kick my tiny hand from inside of mommy's belly He won’t say it anymore, but I know he does Because nothing breaks for good Just ceases to have the mental capacity to put itself back together The sun goes down And all that we have Are brief friendships That shape hearts on the back of our hands © 2011 emily joeFeatured Review
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Added on August 28, 2011Last Updated on August 28, 2011 Authoremily joeChicago, ILAboutEmily, 20, currently living in Chicago. Funny story: I dropped out of college after wrangling mental illness my freshmen year and have since been figuring out what the f**k I want to do with me li.. more..Writing
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