The network that we followed
Falsely led us to one point
Because you backtracked and retraced paths on the way.
You lied when you'd said you'd found
A minimal path that met our hearts,
And your failure only led to disarray.
I guess you were wrong when you
Showed me the vector of our love
Because, in fact, you'd left out the direction.
And the dents that I discovered
In your concave little heart
Disrupted the congruency in our reflection.
The bliss that shrouded me when
We moved like parallel lines
Shattered when we made our differences collide.
The Pythagorean Theorem is
No match to find the measure
Of your love, which couldn't stretch from side to side.
Your auxiliary lines can't
Even help us now because
The truth is that our angles don't add up.
When I tried to prove my logic, your
Counterexamples made me silent,
Because you always had the urge to interrupt.
After we create a proof stating
The reasons for our actions
Then perhaps our differences will be more clear
The solution to our problem seems
To involve subtracting each other
And to forget our past and disappear