— ever since I remained.

         The possibility of you being in my head is  

          grappled; the same way you grapple with

          counting me among one of those memories;

         memories that you said were countless and

         pretty and obscure and happy. I whisper in

          tones you will hear without making anything

         of it. I will keep rethinking, reconsidering,

          maybe even retaliate, but not return.

          In those moments when it's an epiphany --

          I cut my chest, punch my ribs, tear down my

         robes of sanity; my mind renders a sight so

         seamless, bright as if that's just all I'd been

          wanting.

          and that's how I'm refined, systemed.

          I'm not one who turns her back; she's afraid of

         those screams of contrition from behind.

          I'm fixated on never growing apart, as if  

          something takes the life away from me at the

         thought of letting someone go.

          but I know I haven't been fully alive, let alone

         watching those parts fall, shredded pieces;

         ever since I

          remained.

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