I thought we were brought together by the law of attraction,

In any friendship equation,


One plus one equals to one; this is meant to be the situation.


Now, I believe our addition happens to equal two; more like a solution for destruction.


I wonder if we are just victims of mere infatuation.


I heard friendship comes in different forms and shapes,


I am certain that ours can be measured with rulers or by tapes


But I need you to tell me, is it up to a centimeter?


How much is it when converted from milliliters to a liter?


Just like the earth rotates around the sun in a circular motion,


We go over our never ending arguments in circles, yet, with no solution.


You push my button like you do on a calculator.


Do you know our love is more like a factor?


And malice is all we have as a common factor.


Oh, how you tore my heart into fractions,


I thought I had always known your intentions.


For some reason, you insist on being the numerator, while I remain a denominator.


The degree to which you acknowledge my presence is lower than the square root of my “absence”.


No matter how much I try, all you do is build up a wall of defense.


I have come to accept the fact that we are like parallel lines,


For, we will never end up as intersecting lines.

I lost my two beautiful pups last week so, I can totally relate to this. Nice write up! God bless you.

I'm sorry about your pups. God bless you, too.

Come!
Wot kind of fuckery is dis?