(I) 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.
(II) We bend and break against geometry,
Trapped in a loop that mimics a design;
We drift along a Möbius asymmetry,
Where your twisted surface merges into mine.
We travel close as any asymptote,
A fraction's width away from where you stand;
Two drifting currents in a crowded moat,
Approaching near, but never hand in hand.
I watch our elements fuse and decay,
Base metals bound by an unholy art;
We transmute gold back into heavy clay,
A failed equation of the numb and smart.
We turn to ash without a spark or flame,
And slowly dissolve, erasing every name.
(III) And slowly dissolve, erasing every name,
Like empty streets where dust begins to grow;
A quiet ghost town with no past or blame,
While winds erode the walls we used to know.
The rivers dry to lines of cracked, grey mud,
Across a plain that flattens to the sky;
No echoes stir the silence of our blood,
As every fading whisper starts to die.
I sit unmoved amid the fallen stone,
A statue carved of apathy and frost;
Content to watch the ruins on my own,
Unbothered by the wreckage or the cost.
The shadows stretch to meet the quiet ground,
And twilight falls without a single sound.
(IV) And twilight falls without a single sound,
To open up a black, indifferent sky;
Where frozen stars are scattered all around,
Like dead sparks from a fire left to die.
We look across a gulf of frozen years,
The light we see is from a distant past;
A dead star's warmth that falsely reappears,
A fading gleam too hollow to outlast.
Yet still we drift in orbits, cold and blind,
Bound by a heavy weight we cannot flee;
Two cosmic stones that gravity aligned,
While onlookers watch our trajectory.
They watch us spin and wonder when we'll fall,
And whisper warnings that I can't recall.
(V) And whisper warnings that I can't recall,
Their anxious voices blur to static noise;
They try to catch me right before I fall,
Like parents shielding fragile, broken toys.
They shake their heads in anger and in grief,
Irritated by the quiet face I wear;
They mourn for me but offer no relief,
Exasperated that I do not care.
I speak your name to offer a defense,
A practiced script that I recite on cue;
It yields no logic and it makes no sense,
But habit makes me shield the ghost of you.
They pack their pity up and leave the hall,
And shadows stretch across the empty wall.
(VI) And shadows stretch across the empty wall,
Where I begin to add up what is gone;
A mental ledger of my quiet fall,
To count the pieces as the night drags on.
I keep subtracting worth until I hit
A zeroed balance where I used to stand;
Dividing all the remnants, bit by bit,
To see what fragments left belong to hand.
The digits spin in an eternal round,
A fraction repeating past the decimal line;
No resolution or relief is found,
Within this endless loop of your design.
The numbers blur and leave me completely cold,
And dark equations take a tighter hold.
(VII) And dark equations take a tighter hold,
A cold epiphany begins to clear;
I see the blueprint of your trap unfold,
And dead-center is the design I fear'd.
I track the rolling edges of your mind,
That curved Reuleaux where I was meant to break;
A permanent structure, ruthlessly designed,
To hold me captive for your pleasure’s sake.
The momentum shifts, the angles start to spin,
I feel the heavy wheel begin to turn;
Back to the place where all of our sins begin,
To face the formulas I failed to learn.
I yield my spirit to your symmetry,
Your love is complex like trigonometry.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
(I) 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.
(II) We bend and break against geometry,
Trapped in a loop that mimics a design;
We drift along a Möbius asymmetry,
Where your twisted surface merges into mine.
We travel close as any asymptote,
A fraction's width away from where you stand;
Two drifting currents in a crowded moat,
Approaching near, but never hand in hand.
I watch our elements fuse and decay,
Base metals bound by an unholy art;
We transmute gold back into heavy clay,
A failed equation of the numb and smart.
We turn to ash without a spark or flame,
And slowly dissolve, erasing every name.
(III) And slowly dissolve, erasing every name,
Like empty streets where dust begins to grow;
A quiet ghost town with no past or blame,
While winds erode the walls we used to know.
The rivers dry to lines of cracked, grey mud,
Across a plain that flattens to the sky;
No echoes stir the silence of our blood,
As every fading whisper starts to die.
I sit unmoved amid the fallen stone,
A statue carved of apathy and frost;
Content to watch the ruins on my own,
Unbothered by the wreckage or the cost.
The shadows stretch to meet the quiet ground,
And twilight falls without a single sound.
(IV) And twilight falls without a single sound,
To open up a black, indifferent sky;
Where frozen stars are scattered all around,
Like dead sparks from a fire left to die.
We look across a gulf of frozen years,
The light we see is from a distant past;
A dead star's warmth that falsely reappears,
A fading gleam too hollow to outlast.
Yet still we drift in orbits, cold and blind,
Bound by a heavy weight we cannot flee;
Two cosmic stones that gravity aligned,
While onlookers watch our trajectory.
They watch us spin and wonder when we'll fall,
And whisper warnings that I can't recall.
(V) And whisper warnings that I can't recall,
Their anxious voices blur to static noise;
They try to catch me right before I fall,
Like parents shielding fragile, broken toys.
They shake their heads in anger and in grief,
Irritated by the quiet face I wear;
They mourn for me but offer no relief,
Exasperated that I do not care.
I speak your name to offer a defense,
A practiced script that I recite on cue;
It yields no logic and it makes no sense,
But habit makes me shield the ghost of you.
They pack their pity up and leave the hall,
And shadows stretch across the empty wall.
(VI) And shadows stretch across the empty wall,
Where I begin to add up what is gone;
A mental ledger of my quiet fall,
To count the pieces as the night drags on.
I keep subtracting worth until I hit
A zeroed balance where I used to stand;
Dividing all the remnants, bit by bit,
To see what fragments left belong to hand.
The digits spin in an eternal round,
A fraction repeating past the decimal line;
No resolution or relief is found,
Within this endless loop of your design.
The numbers blur and leave me completely cold,
And dark equations take a tighter hold.
(VII) And dark equations take a tighter hold,
A cold epiphany begins to clear;
I see the blueprint of your trap unfold,
And dead-center is the design I fear'd.
I track the rolling edges of your mind,
That curved Reuleaux where I was meant to break;
A permanent structure, ruthlessly designed,
To hold me captive for your pleasure’s sake.
The momentum shifts, the angles start to spin,
I feel the heavy wheel begin to turn;
Back to the place where all of our sins begin,
To face the formulas I failed to learn.
I yield my spirit to your symmetry,
Your love is complex like trigonometry.
Complete Ver. of 'Unsolvable Crown'
Poem(s) 4 of the series
Lines that Fracture and Mend
My first time writing a crown sonnet (or sonnet in general)