My only happiness comes from something everyone hates, MATH
Math is my love and my passion. I just get so excited when I see problem I can fix. It feels like I can do anything after I do the biggest word problem.  I love helping people with math and showing them my passion. Solving problems is like eating chocolate for me. I thrive on it, strive on it, and feel alive on it.
Even though math is my thing, I hate it.
I hate that math is what I have to rely on rather than singing, acting, writing, sports, confidence, courage, and even magic. People with these talents seem like they can do anything and be anything they want. They do not have to worry about what they are going to be in life or where they are going to go. They are going to go far and reach the stars while I have is problems.  

All I have is
Mental
Abuse
To
Humans

4/9/17

There is a circle of chairs in this room.
To my left
a man reads "Watchmen".
Red converse, superhero jacket.
Behind him,
a red haired girl squeaks
high pitched moans
at her cell phone.
On my right
three pill bottles exchange philosophy
on how to wake up
Only one considers taking
the advice.
In front of me is a bulk of man, farm tattoos, blonde crew cut,
Wife back home watching their two kids.
He's building rapport with a lanky indie chick
Knit cap & OBEY hoodie, viynal record brain, paper coffee cup hands
By the map of America sits a quiet girl
Trying not to be noticed
Hoodie three sizes to big
Grey, no coffee, no eye-contact
Beside a blur of neon pink camoflauge
A blob the shape of school bag
packed for an overnight studying
a dead body

Smack center of all of them?
Me.
Like IM the one that needs attention.

So,
I'm not a bad college student.
We'll start with that.
But,
When I do skip class,
I try to do it on review days.
WHY DO I ALWAYS END UP SHOWING UP ON REVIEW DAYS?

-E (c) 2017

I can't tell if you like me
There's a lot put into that
Friendship or love
For me, it's all the same because
Regardless of intentions of affection,
I can't see
I can't tell if you like me
I want to hold your face in my hands
And I want to kiss your soul
But there's a hole in my blueprints
A big hole,
Because honestly
No matter how many dates we've gone on now
No matter how many times you've kissed my forehead
No matter how many texts you've sent or emojis you've emoted
Or how many of my notebooks that you wrote in
I cannot tell
I can't tell if you like me

-E (c) 2017

Tough circles
.
are
a piece of cake

to have a talk with you
you measure my distance
three times as patience as fury
moving away from the origin an instant
six minus or equal feelings
Than ¾ a glass of wine
fine related-rate problems

you talk like this:

we need to implement the ability
to insert exact speech,
including additional pauses.
pitch-changes.
speed-changes.
when addressing each other.
fifteen
eighteen
twenty-one
(a+b) – (Me) = like this:
two steps back steps forward three

Your mind is a treasure that I'd love to discover
An abyss of thoughts and logarithms only you can translate
Your mind makes love better than the body can
It's a dopamine high I can't resist
So as I sit here, I **** on your words as if they were a pair of lips
I sip on your wisdom for it is the finest wine.