You know
Most people want
To be remembered
After they die
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They fear oblivion
So they convince themselves
That if they leave a legacy behind them
Their lives willl be worth remembering
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But I know better
I don't claim I have done anything remarkable
I don't think my life was remarkable either
So I want to be disremembered
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I want to disremembered
With perhaps only one exception: You
Because I didn't want to change the world
But I would be lying if I said that I didn't try changing you
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Being forgotten isn't such a bad thing to me
But maybe, just maybe if I left a permanent imprint on you
Something you couldn't change if you tried
I will be remembered by the only person that ever mattered
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Even when this Precious Person
Is the one happiest to see me dead
And me and my memory buried six feet under
But it is disremembrance that is never truly forgotten
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Always coursing through your veins
And filling the crevices of your mind and the spaces between the marrow of your bones
Seeping through your every thought like blood soaks a cloth
Always there when in fact it isn't
That's what I want to happen with us
Our love won't remembered
Because I doubt it even existed in the first place
It won't be remembered, but it will be so much more
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serendipity
Poesíaserendipity; ser·en·dip·i·ty (n.) : finding something good without looking for it. A collection of poems and short stories.