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How do I love you,

Let me count the ways…

1.

2.

3.

…wait…fuck this shit…matter of fact I don’t even like math anyways.

Its not like you actually paid attention to the complicated formulas I had to use to try and solve the equation that was your love.

I tried substituting things about me so that hopefully that small spark you once felt would multiply but I only ended up dividing myself so much that I became less than zero.

Now, no matter how much I try to add something to what is left of me, I cant seem to come up with anything but a negative photograph of what used to be a positive image of myself.

I guess I should have payed more attention in math class.

Maybe then I wouldn’t be so lost in this plane.

Maybe our lines would have crossed.

But sometimes, the beauty of points and lines, is that they don’t ever have to touch to make sense.