Under My Sofa

Hypotheses

I know it seems like something I want to disprove
But it's a theory I'm trying to improve
It's just a mathematician's move
I hope this helps to soothe
The thought that I'm being rude
Whenever I contradict
It's not pain I'm trying to inflict
I'm not trying to avoid the path you picked
I play devil's advocate with pain
Because in the end it's to our gain
If I destroy everything, then the things that remain
Are the truth of the matter
And I'm sorry it hurts
That's not my aim
I know I play this like a game
But you do the same
It seems like I'm fooling around
But the point I'm trying to compound
Is that a fault that I found
In your words might be negligible
Even forgettable
But I can't accept theories you claim are true
Just because they come from you
The times you're wrong are very few
And far between the factual lines
But that make flaws harder to find
So I have to look closer just to remind myself
That you're not perfect
There. I said it.
You're kind of far from it
A good day can go to shit
Sometimes you miss not hit
Sinking no battleship
And I find it real difficult
To bluff through the hand I'm dealt
'Cause, see, I've always felt
You're so unattainable
Flawless, unbreakable
Raised on a pedestal
But that's an insult
To you and to me
You're better than people think
Harder to write in ink
Too swift to verbalise
Shocking and alway right
Nearly
Clearly
Not always, but surely
If we go off probability
(Maths again, see?)
Your facts are more factual than what I believe
So the testing I do
It's for me and for you
I don't want your words to be wrong
That's not what I'm going on
I swear I have faith in your
Thoughts, though they are obscure
I just need to be sure
Even if that's not what love is based off
I'm me, and for you that's always enough
Even if my logic is tough
You'll follow
And borrow
My thoughts when it's meant
When they somehow make sense
That's why we're the best
Even when I'm dense
So meet in the middle
Come on, it's a compromise
We can reprise
Some other time. I apologise.
But you do know your facts don't always add up
And adding's my thing, so I can't shut up
And I'm the one who drinks from a half-full cup
Not just out of spite
But 'cause sometimes pessimism isn't right
I'm your counterbalance, and though you're light
Your thoughts are heavy
And we're pretty steady
So when you're ready,
Let's call it a night.

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Again, a poem I wrote for my girlfriend because I'm shit at communication if it doesn't rhyme.

Again, share your writing please, I love reading any poems really.

Again, analyse away, it'll help me judge just how well my thoughts are translating to paper.

Alex xxx