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Marci Mareburger Feb 2015
I must be floating somewhere in the fourth dimension.
I feel like I’m a formula in quantum mechanics:
Complex and misunderstood…
But if you know my concept well enough
I can be broken down into numbers and logarithms
That even a layman could understand
With a basic knowledge of math and science
Before he drops out of the university,
Because who has the patience
To simplify me?
You're the scientist and mathematician
Who disregarded imaginary numbers
Due to theoretical imperfections
Even if it was your thesis.
You said string theory and all I heard was hypothetical noose.
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015

Caught in the storm of the century, metaphorically speaking.
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015
You are not my movie script ending
But you're an action sequence.
You are not my Shakespearean romantic tragedy
That I profess to an audience with eager, open ears
Even though I might like to...
Like the woman at the bus stop
Who asked me what time was.
I offered an estimation
Because the battery on my watch had died
and I avoid checking my phone
Out of fear of your responses
Or my lack of communication skills.
We romanticized common conversation
And the minutes turned to months.
The next thing I knew it was January.
I guess I didn't understand her question.
Albeit, you're my new year's resolution
Which could be the apotheosis
Of 2015.
Although the year just started,
I'm assured that nothing could matter as much.
I like him, but the lack of love is apparent.
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015

You were a liberal.
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015
As we drew closer to the abysmal highway
We stopped by a winery
And I found myself asking
"Is this a cemetery?"
Which is poetically ironic
Because  I imagine my former self
Is buried somewhere in that vineyard
Fore I felt the ghost of who I once was eerily imminent
Among the grape vines that reminded me of skeletons
Barren and desolate
But ripe with possibilities
For a better tomorrow
Can this double as an obituary?
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015
I've heard it goes, "all is fair in love and war"
I'm not sure I agree
When localities become marginalized
Despite the lack of knowledge
That guerrilla warfare comes in waves
Like crashing tides against foreign beaches
The ones I've never seen
I'm not sure if he'll lose his life
Upon his first deployment
But there isn't much to lose when you've already sold your soul
Can you enlist half a person?
If that were the case, I'd sign up too
And **** the only part of me
That's still in love with you
For my brother, and myself.
Marci Mareburger Feb 2015
Sifting through photographs we never took
Because I didn't have the courage
Or the heart to save the memories
No matter how fleeting they were
And sometimes I still feel your presence
But you seem farther and farther away
Like driftwood floating in an open sea
You are my ship in a bottle
Fragile and complex
A love I didn't need
But developed ardor anyway
Kind of like that old **** carpet
That made me nostalgic for the 60's
Even though I wasn't there
And never could be
For you, and you, and you.
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