What you've done to Math

Tick tick tick tick
I hear the clock above my head
but the irony is not lost on me
I know the clock is digital.

I know  my mind, and i know it is just playing tricks on me,
mocking my impatience,
knowing that I can not wait
Until Math Class is over.

Its not that I don't like math,
or that I don't understand,
it is only you,
that makes math sooo long.

I want for you,
Want to tell you about the picture in third period
where a dog is climbing on top a Monkey
I want to listen to you tell me
how they just photo shopped it,
and tell me how gullible I am.

I would never admit to it,
but I even wouldn't mind hearing the Story
about how I jumped at the sound of a car door slamming
even if i don't remember actually jumping.

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.
I know Ms. Werner sees that my mind is not on math
she sees the blank stare in my eyes
though there is not a thing she can do.

I float through the period on a cloud,
Only half writing out Formulas for Quadratics,
Thinking of your touch on my hand,
the jokes you'll make.

Sometimes, it goes beyond that.
Sometimes I go back instead of forward.
I think of the cute things you've said,
or the hours we've spent.

Tick, Tick, Tick,Tick.
I know that math is only an hour long,
it is no longer than 3rd period
and only five minutes more than 5th
but in that hour my mind plays tricks
and all i hear
is a digital clock tick.