Dear Math,
I wrote this letter to let you know how I feel about you. The thing is much as you love me so much, we can never be an Item when all you do is torture my brain and break my heart.
You claim to be a linguist, yet you know none of my languages. You don't know Kiswahili neither do you know English and only speak Algebra and statistics...I loathe you for all you do is play on my mind with words like Sigma and Meu, factorial and co-factor.You claim you want to be the only one but still ask me to find your X without even telling me Y.Well, grow up and solve your own problems because I'm tired of solving them for you.Just walk out of my life forever and not temporarily like the dew. You have hurt me enough with razors of matrices, pinched me simultaneously and never asked me whether I believed in your ancient beliefs like those of Pythagoras or not. We were never meant to be. I found a new one, her name is literature and she loves me so much.I won't apologize for saying I hate you because It's unfair apologizing for saying the truth.
Yours with anger

When I am wrinkled, my hair is gray,
I will always see you as you are today.
My love, my love as handsome as can be,
After you, there will be no way my heart will ever be free.
Like a pirate at sea, you captured me.
You took me away from where I once knew,
Showing me some place entirely new.

I was a river, gently flowing,
but you were a hurricane looking for a new flame.
I was looking to be swept away.
The wind, so forceful, only pushing me astray.

Where am I going?
I don't know.
I just want a reason for you not to go.
The water splashing all around,
Leaving droplets never to be found.
Lost, now you go,
Leaving this peace for me, on my own.

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

If I had known it was the last time.
I would've kissed you less harder.
And more kinder.
I would've looked you in the eyes
And felt my melting ice.
I would've felt your skin.
And felt the lightning.
I would've told you
I loved you.
If I had known it was the last time.
It wouldn't had been the last time.

I don't want you to ever have to be alone Elizabeth.
I know too many amazing flower shops for you to have your vases in your cabinets.
I have too many wonderful blankets and even better pillows that you should have any trouble sleeping Elizabeth.
I haven't told anyone that you wrote Frankenstein.
I didn't tell them that Mary Shelley was your grandmother Elizabeth.
There's a creperie on Diversey if it's still there.
Do you like caramel Elizabeth?
I once made caramels in a tin *** on an open flame, it tasted like burnt.
What tastes do you remember Elizabeth?
I know too many fantastic places that your eyes should ever be tired, too many places where trees grow that you should have to keep your feet on the ground.
Electricity couldn't ground you Elizabeth.
Mike Tyson should cut off his ears for you.
The hair on your head is too beautiful that you should never have a reason to go out Elizabeth.
I know the magic that comes out of your mouth, you own silence it should never own you.
I was silence Elizabeth.
I was silence and charade and death and alone.
But then I met you Elizabeth, then I met you.
I would take two bullets for you.
Even if you want to hold the gun.