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
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
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
First line donated by Nicole (Lady) Adams.
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