OUR MATHEMATICS 

Im married to her heart
the good even her scars
happiness & what makes her feel marred

By

Loving her like no other exes exist
all original feelings pure bliss
mentally photographed on loves list

With

Each breath coming out of my lips
leading to everything that counts &  i pic
with no cards needed to understand our astrological mathematics

With

No problems your soul has already solved it
that is why you own my emotional assets

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When it’s 

She low key stalks me on the internet
while i read the signs on front street in text
why exploit my unhappiness

She

Is used to eating out of an empty nest
watching every situation reenact what’s next
since it always comes back in the present

She

Is not only my queen, but also my princess
i dont say much yet i say a bunch to this
feeling that consist

Of

Me immortalizing you when its
Writ

EMOTIONAL FREQUENCY 

Should i lay here nude
metaphorically speaking to
allow the real you to come out

I’ve

Been writting to mute
what comes out of my mouth
as the feelings grow without doubt

Cruising

Through every detour following my own route
is what this is all about
unchartered waters in the mirage of a desert
desolate yet the beauty of it lingers
as i honor

The

Good, bad & somber
trying to hold you a lot longer
even though the truth says dont make it harder
than it needs to be as i turn the volume down louder

EMOTIONAL DOOR 

I dreamed of you like never before
it didn’t feel strange anymore
each shape of my love contoured
to my health like the flu needs a cure

As

I continue to secure
these emotions into everything i adore
by placing you on a mantle like decor

You’ve

Got the keys to my emotional door
once opened walk freely on my floors
with each room showing you more

You’re

The reason i write this for