My life is a mess,
full of ups and downs but,
she is the variable that
constantly keeps my equation of life;
balanced.

what is the answer
there should be an equation
but if there was

actually... I think I know
I look at her
she looks at me
we smile
we laugh
and I know
we can spend this life
together

she is here
she is now
we
us
she is life

I love her

she is my answer
me plus her equals us

my equation is her
my answer is her
its only complicated
if you cant see
if you cant feel
'cause each time we walk into a room
you feel the love

we see eye to eye
we feel heart to heart
when can we finally start
cause you are the answer

Height of trust × volume of love × time of togetherness = depth of wound

How long have you been struggling,
with the thoughts and theorems caged inside?
How obtuse the sudden angles
knifing us one stab at a time.
When the equation hangs unbalanced,
we look to correct the path behind
When the choice is always present,
to multiply or to divide.