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What you are
is a mess of emotions
a tangle
of the likes of which
I've never seen.

So I break you into
numbers. Out of spite and
bitterness,
though your equation
makes much more
sense.

And when your numbers come
crashing down
the variable of me,
will be replaced with
realizing there is no solid
ground on cloud nine.

The weight of
what we are
and what we'll never be
will bring you down too
quickly for me to enjoy
the show.