Your love may be continuous
But only as a straight line
Although that's dumb because all lines are straight
Much like how you claim to be
Everyone I look at the derivative
The instantaneous rate of change of your love
I find that it's always zero
A constant really
Your words are true yet your heart is not
Not matter how many graphs or formulas I use
It's always 0

I like short poems
because they reflect life
Killed in an instant
Born in the next

Make me laugh after I cry
Every day
Just at least once in forever

The hype of living
makes me not want to live

Let Heaven storm down upon us when you break me
And Hell lift us when I recover

Nightmares are my only consolation after seeing you again
Dreams are my torture when I don't

The Day of Love is fast approaching
I only noticed it today
Another year of self-love
I don't think it's that bad
Being alone is what I'm good at
Well more of mediocre if I'm being honest