I cry while I remember the look you gave when I got it wrong
Again
Now you've ripped my comfort way from me
The one who didn't look down on me
The one who got me to understand

You're surprised at the effect?
No you are not
You knew
but
You didn't care

So be it
Guess I'll cry every time I don't understand
Everyday

Isolation

i love you baby
when you are near me my soul doubles
just like 4*2=8

without you a huge part of my life would be subratred
like when 8-5=2

when we are divided i feel so sad
like when a million/100=100

and when you add our love into the mix
i become infinite
just like 1+ infinity = infinity +1

Dear Tristan,

          You say your good at math,
          But you apparently can't count

If you really boil it down
all we are, are just numbers,
When we're put together it fills us with wonder
like a beautiful evening gown.

Me and you can be plot on a line,
my hand traces each of your wondrous curves,
and babe I know you're much more than I deserve,
my love for you is a constant I easily define.

However, life might subtract your variable from my life,
Moved to the other side of the equation,
Separated my mind thinks of you on every occasion,
Despite this there is nothing i wont do to make you my wife

With a pen in my hand, I don't seek to be a hero,
don't be scared of our rate of change,
I'll move to the other side of the equation as a fair exchange,
And we'll be together, until our limit approaches zero.

I know a bit about math.
You add one to another and get two
divide two and get two separate ones.
Do you think that 1 wanted to be divided?
What if it was happy under the aid of the other one?
What if they were meant for each other?

You multiply x by y.
X and y don't go together,
it's by nature.
But it's by choice that they still collide together,
and x and y suddenly seem indifferent.

You divide x by y.
After bonding for so long,
after understanding each of their incompatibility issues
and trying to mend them to better fit,
they're finally divided.
One is now without the other,
the other is without that one,
and they are both separate variables in a cold world.
It's by nature that they remain separate,
but it's by choice that they still remember.

We'll be coming home tonight
We've seen every sine
A few timely intervals
And I'll make you mine

You'll be tangent to my curves
The approximation will be tight
Like an exponential function
We have infinite domain tonight

You don't need to worry about an x
We've already found our y
Our functions are constant
And the f (x) don't lie

We can carve out our own area
A little sector of secrecy
So as the arc of the night goes on
We'll lie together, parallel, just you and me