That it is, and it is what it is
is what makes that what is
little more than cause for headaches,
for one does not simply describe love,
nor evaluate it, nor place a vector
cross my heartstrings and call it
imaginary,
for I know no formula. I know no axes
or bounds of its might, no sum of its functions,
just sounds in the night, for want
of no headaches, no heartbreaks,
to toss regret on a tangent, and sign it a wave.
To break free of my prison, to make my escape,
cos(I'm trapped in my mind with nowhere to run)
cos(it seems I'm always the negative one)
For my ex is completely at odds, out of sync, if you will.
We both try to speak, and the voices are nil,
for all my sins, this is the path I will run
to the end ad. infinitum.
In conclusion, there is a simple statement I can make
about us two, and I only hope the divining fates
let you see that 2 is always <3
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It's been a long time. How have you been, YWSers?
