Memories,like segments of rays and scenes from movies; Like a series of
warnings such as, don't do that cause you'll only get hurt. I remember
you,your supplementary angles,how you moved and made my mind form in
tangles. I remember you worked on the set of a linear pair,couldn't help
but stare,glare at you,hotter than a 100 degrees,increased by the radius
of loves identity,insanity chasing my mind back to that one memory,memory
of you,memory of me dancing in life's sudden boundary;where I bought you
an ice cream cone at the local Dairy Queen. We talked and talked, about
circles and pyramids,movies,books, and school periods.We talked about how
fast a plane could go and how we wished it wouldn't snow. I was your
right angle you were my left. We were happy until life began to
bisect. You left and in a way so did I. I tried sending you
a message on facebook, but you never replied. I
tried figuring out a solution, but it only led to the
conclusion that, you were gone, lost in space
erased from my memory, but the truth is you’re not.
I remember you telling me those painful words; tried
Dodging them just like in the movie the matrix, but it never worked.
Instead, I remember you yelling, cussing, and fussing, kicking your legs
always telling me something. You placed me on a scale, told me go to
hell, and to you I was a failure. I tried figuring out a formula to
make you change your mind, but you never left your simple little line.
Life was perfect until you said goodbye; I was imperfect and baby that’s
No lie. You made me who I am, a better man, stand tall I’m still your
number one fan. Don’t matter how wide the net may be, as long as I
got you, I’ll be happy. Were like 2 points on a graph, trying to find
each other before its cut in half. 2 hearts, random hearts trying to
figure out their place in the world, but I know you’re gone, already
moved on, trying to forget the arguments, the cheats, the lies, and
never asking, not even a why? But that’s the way it is;
I guess will never have kids, so this Valentine’s Day,
While your out with your new man know that I’ll always love you
And that’s more than my heart can understand.
Oh man. This hurt the whole way through. Our younger days. This reminds me of nightmares I had as a kid. The math gives it a mystical quality, which when lent to love becomes unbearably terrifying. This is good brother! Real good! I'm impressed. The part where You talked about the two points on a graph horrified me. Can't explain. You don't know your own strength. Keep writing
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