*This piece was written earlier this evening
upon request...
The harder I love,
The dumber you get.
This is not rocket science,
But L-O-V-E
Arithmetic.
I didn’t divide me.
I uncovered my soul
And gave you
Two halves of me.
Do the math.
When I committed to our love,
I gave you one fourth faith,
One fourth honesty,
One fourth honor,
And one fourth trust.
But I nourished the
Whole of our being.
While you viciously
Widened the circumference
Of the hole in my heart.
Yep,
I was a sucker...
But now I’m doing the math.
Statistics indicate
That I should stay.
Although I’m expected to go
And make those numbers grow.
Part of my heart remembers
Half of the good years
And half of the great times.
Divided.
I sometimes long to
Be near you.
Caress you and
Kiss you
Softly until my body
Trembles at the thought of
Losing you.
Or losing it -
Exponential carnal desires
For your flesh?
No.
Instead of loving a part of you,
And hurting all of me,
I’m walking away from
The whole you -
Sadly, a part of me too.
Do the math.
The harder I loved,
The dumber you got - about love.
It wasn’t rocket science,
But L-O-V-E
Arithmetic.
Copyright 2010
brownsugatou
Friday, May 28, 2010
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2 Comments »
An interesting use of mathematics:) Very palatable although I think it could be much tighter. But considering that it's newly written, and I'm still up at 6am, I'll come back to it again after some rest :))
The part that touched me the most:
"Instead of loving a part of you,
And hurting all of me,
I’m walking away from
The whole you -
Sadly, a part of me too.
Do the math."
That's the essence right there and can stand as verse all on its own. Let's call it "Fractions" ;)