She poetically talks about how we are two asymptotes
As we got infinitely closer
We got infinitely farther away
Or maybe we are parallel—
Maybe we never really met
But forever are bound going the same way
“If only I could make you forget.”
As if forgetting would do anything
But have me make the same mistake again
Maybe we are a tangent line
Only meeting once
Then disappearing forever
Or maybe I am i,
Imaginary, irrational, impossible—
A unicorn in the margins of your notes,
A number that doesn’t exist,
Except when the equation demands it.
You called me that once,
A unicorn,
Something too rare to be real,
Too strange to hold onto.
But even imaginary numbers have value,
So tell me, if I was never real—
Why does the math still haunt you?
"The universe and math are intertwined
From one, meaning of the other derived
Things add up in the end they always do
So what’s to say of me and you?
Of life and love I profess little knowledge
And disaster, most certainly, at any involvement
I am grown at heart, yet adolescent at mind
Forever fearful of and adept at wasting time
Be reminded I bear you no resentment
I just have a hard time finding contentment
My motives are senseless, my motion so tense I dispense with my friends just to find time to rest
So it seems that we’re diametrically opposed
I’m distant, while you wouldn’t let your friends go
I am meant to fly, always airborne in my dreams
I am whimsy and caprice, you are steady nurturing
I am the rain turned to hail by a cold winter breeze
I am (un)sentimental, with bipolar tendencies
I am inconsistent, with infinite possibilities
I am, I am, I’m a narcissist at best
I am interesting, but do not deserve your interest
“We accept the love we think we deserve”
The best movie quote I think I’ve ever heard
It’s not science, or math, or empirical
It’s honest observation of the human soul
My love is tender yet impatient, both elegant and graceless
I know little of your love, but just enough to not embrace it
When it’s mind over matter I fall back on the heart
And truth is, I knew I would hurt you from the start
I’ve no shortage of words to offer you
Everything and anything will I do
Not for your forgiveness but for you to forget
I’ll say anything to get myself out of your head
And I know my words added up to a different path
But you should never trust a poet, cause they can’t do the math"