You created memories
And then got to move on
Leaving them untouched and perfect
Mine are being trampled.
Walked all over by my friends
My peers
I can't DO this
This constant emotional bombardment
It's killing me
Happy birthday to me...
This isn't working
Something needs to change
Everything needs to change
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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