Your love is complex like trigonometry,
It hurts to feel your sharp, unchanging rules;
I wish that I could read psychometry,
Instead of playing one of your blind fools.
Three angles seem the way to outline you,
A constant shape that shifts where'er we go;
But with plans you ne'er seem to follow through,
Your toxic heart is more like a Reuleaux.
We turn and twist, acute in our despair,
Equations that will never quite align;
Obtuse and blind to all the pain we share,
We cross the axis, passing every sine.
I simply watch our fading symmetry,
We bend and break against geometry.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
Your love is complex like trigonometry,
It hurts to feel your sharp, unchanging rules;
I wish that I could read psychometry,
Instead of playing one of your blind fools.
Three angles seem the way to outline you,
A constant shape that shifts where'er we go;
But with plans you ne'er seem to follow through,
Your toxic heart is more like a Reuleaux.
We turn and twist, acute in our despair,
Equations that will never quite align;
Obtuse and blind to all the pain we share,
We cross the axis, passing every sine.
I simply watch our fading symmetry,
We bend and break against geometry.
Poem 4 (I) of the series
Lines that Fracture and Mend
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