basic algebra

don't you dare give me that,
that day-to-day crap.
i know you don't care.
but i sure as hell wish you did.

but it doesn't make a bit of difference.
nor sense.
figures.

i wish this was a math problem, child,
i'd be the problem,
you'd be the solution.
you'd always be the right answer,
despite
the complexity and frustration,
the annoyance and erasing
in between the lines.
those stupid lines.
so do me a favor.
and cut the crap.
all that crap between the lines.

you find me annoying.
bull.
your problem.

but aren't i the problem?

i'm always a problem.

sorry.

but i'm lying again.
and even though i'm sick of lying,
as that's what got me in this mess,
i'll do it one more time.
i'll lie to you one more time.

sorry.

now i'll stop the lying.
now,
i'll cut my crap.
and i'll be honest again.

sorry.

i miss you.
kiss me like you did,
on my couch upstairs.
hold me like you did,
on those breezy afternoons.
offer your coat,
bring me paintballing,
play in the snow,
watch some movies,
grab old frisbees,
do all those crazy things you do,
those crazy things i love,
and let me tag along,
oh let me tag along.
cause right now,
i'm tagging alone.

tag.

i'm it.


loser.