When I was in 1st grade I learned 2+2=4
I liked to count on my fingers because I never made a mistake
then it got harder
12+6
I only have 10 fingers
So I stuck out my tongue
and counted my arms
But I couldn't pass 13
And 12+6=18
When I was in 2nd grade
I learned how to multiply
2x2=4
But it was hard
Because I couldn't use my hands
Or my tongue
Or my arms
When I was older
I learned how to love
Because I met you
And it was easy to add
Because everything added up to you
Then you threw in multiplication
And fighting and ignoring
It didn't make sense
So I wrote it on paper
To make it easier
But my numbers came out odd
When I had even numbers
So I went on with my odd numbers
But then you gave me division
So I carried the 7
and dropped the 5
Then I carried the weight of your words
And dropped the issues that troubled me
But my remainder never fell to 0
So I remain silent
Like my cries at 3 a.m
I remain imbalanced
Like the love we once shared
I remain broken
Like when I realized I only had 10 fingers