Love is an equation, pure math,
but, unlike math, it makes no sense.
1 plus 1 makes 1?
It can also make 3.
One thing's for sure.
You minus me makes 0.
Take you away from me, and I am no more.
****! Gone.
Only to be a memory of a once perfect equation.
Add 1 to you, and it makes 1 again.
Multiply 1 by me, and I'm still 0.
When there's no 1 to add, multiplying only makes things worse.
Can I have my 1 back?
Math. Poetry. Love. Heartache.