To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

Last week I was taught that
no matter how complex an expression may seem
if you multiply it by its conjugate pair
you will always end up with a non-negative real solution.
That is a metaphor for how we have learned to love.

I used to like mathematics, as strange as it may sound,
because memorising the value of pi was
somehow easier than forgetting the notion of you
and I thought maybe comprehending the mechanics of the universe
would lead me one step closer to cracking the combination.

In a world that spins at the rate of 27,900m per minute, a constant can prove tricky to find.
Hence, there is solace to be felt in knowing that even when it is all said and done –
when the final bullet has slipped from our tongues and we are left trembling
upon nothing but the rubble of our own destruction,
two plus three will still be equal to five.

In an attempt to clarify a theory to the class, my teacher analogised
that mathematics is like one big giant jigsaw puzzle:
everything always fits together perfectly in the end
Since then I have learned it is the method without the madness,
the passion for the predictable; it is everything - that love is not.

Not even the greatest mathematician in the world
has been able to measure how much a heart can hold.
There is no algorithm for how to make you come back;
I cannot draw a line graph on the speed at which love left
and even if I could, our gradients would never be the same.

I may have both halves of the bed,
but there is never enough space to fill it with.
If a task takes four hours for ten people to complete
and the same job takes five people twice that time,
how long will it take for a human to feel whole again?

Sometimes I think we are nothing more
than two parallel lines that accidentally crossed paths.

Like a cigarette dropped from your lips not yet finished
My soul continue to glow as you leave me on the ground to die.
I'm far from ready to let my flame go out
But unless someone is willing to pick me up
All I can do is hope I don't set the leaves nearby ablaze
As my light slowly flickers out
Hopefully without being smothered beneath a boot.

I want to go out
And drink coffee.

Talk about life
And kiss you.

But that is silly isn't it?
I don't like coffee much.

I'll just buy some for you
So I can watch you smile.

Then lets dance and laugh because
It's an amazing feeling to be loved.

Blood,
A flowing river
That never seems to stop.

Pain,
A sensation that can open your eyes
To the true world around you.

Torture,
A C.D. on repeat,
A never ending way to live your life until.

Death,
A creeping stranger
That has somehow learned the secrets of your life.

Silence,
Not a whisper can pass your lips,
Not a breath can fill your lungs.

Finally,
The pain has stopped,
And the torture has ended.

The gentle thuds of raindrops
In the middle of the night
As you hold me close
Already fallen asleep
Your soft snores calm me
Music cannot compare
To the symphony of noises
I listen to at night
Especially when the beat of your heart
Is the loudest of the sounds
I feel like I'm finally home.

I could sit here and write you a thousand poems
Millions of letters thrown across a page
In attempts for you to understand
That I'm truly and undoubtedly
In love with you.
And I know with all my heart
That you love her.
It kills me inside to listen
You trip up on your words with laughter
Because just thinking about her
Causes you to lose yourself in thought.
You scrunch up your nose a little
And a smile toys at the edge of your mouth
As your fingers twist at your clothes or hair
Usually you sigh slightly leaning forward looking off
And I watch you fall for her more and more each day.
You're beautiful when you're in love.
I just wish you had worn that dress for me to admire
Maybe then I wouldn't feel so bad about doing it anyways.