I thought you were my constant,
That we fit in the same equation,
But you were just a constant,
That fits in many equations,
Maybe not so perfectly as mine,
We are both sides of an equal to,
Nothing more, nothing less on the line,
I know for sure, me minus you is zero,
Thus opposite, yet the same,
Other variables and constants don't fit my space,
I am just a complex linear function it seems,
But with you my solution is ease, loops' specifically for you,
But now when I am replaced, nothing fits you,
Nothing so apt as me, there is always a better option,
I know I am that for you,But since I was replaced.
I am left out of the whole book.
There is no better place than near you,
But you chose to twirl me for new.
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Quote:
"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too." -Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women.
Written with Math and hurt hitting me equally.
~Chaahat
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