The Simple Math of Me Telling you to Go (FLP)

Here’s the bouquet you say you deserve

After all that you’ve been through

Here are some flowers

Symbolic of whatever

I couldn’t care less

It’s on the table next to the dinner that you said I never cook

Off center is a hallmark card about how I don’t love you enough

But should

We are stagnant like holy water

Which is stage three in the second half of a relationship

according to Knapp’s Model

I did the math and researched the reasons why we don’t work anymore

Here is the math

Sometimes

I is less than or equal to U

Not that

I could or ever should be greater than U

|But I want our equality to not be a battle to maintain|

We don’t need each other anymore

I don’t need you like I don’t need teeth in my *******

And you don’t need me

Like an extra head on your shoulder hanging so heavy

So here are your flowers

Here is your dinner

Here is you apology letter to the both of us

For how long it took for me

To tell you to go

It’s simple math

It’s 20 minutes over dinner in silence

+3 bags I’ve packed for you

+1 20 minute drive to your friend’s house

It’s the remainder of me

When the fractions don’t fit

And I want to be whole

This is me becoming whole

The square root of dying to an over-exaggerator

Maybe you deserve flowers

I deserve to deal with life in whole numbers

I’ve fallen from your fractions

Been rounding out my edges

And I’m almost done

Now go

And leave me to the simple math of being alone

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