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Jon Tobias Apr 2012
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.
Julia Oct 3
Alles was ich von dir möchte
Ist deine Zeit
Nur kurz und knapp
Wie die letzten Sommertage
Halt so war‘n

Können wir noch einmal lachen
Gemeinsam strahl‘n
Bis über beide Ohr‘n
Uns gross die Zähne zeigen
Damit ich dich nicht vergess‘

Dreh dich nicht weg von mir
Denn ich blick nur mehr zu dir
Deine strahl‘nd blauen Augen
Glitzern wie mein Nagellack
Bei beiden kein guter Nachgeschmack

Schenk mir doch ein wenig Aufmerksamkeit
Ich bräucht‘ nur noch eine Minute
Bis zu Ende glüht, deine Kippe
Und ich sie nehme, von deiner Lippe

Das „tschüss“ sagen fällt mit schwer
Und so, sagst du es gar nicht mehr

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