electricity: my favorite enemy. and math is still a lie...

electronic responses pose difficult questions.
i had really thought this one out. every word so carefully calculated.
i should have expected you to divide my meaning into nostalgia and drinking.
(guess i thought one plus one was greater.) so, while i was adding together all those beautiful days, i must have forgotten how quickly we settled into our separate ways.
it's true- i cant stop think about what will never balance out.
trying to purge every moment i found comfort in-
until there is no fraction of you that remains..
and all i do is spit black curses backwards. for what??
i feel hungry for indifference, starved for contentment.
still- im sure i would vomit emptiness if i swallowed anything but pride:
so, why don't you decide where those years went? why dont you tell me exactly
what shelf to put my concept of us on. what drawer to shove my longing in.
which ocean to throw this heart in..
maybe then, you wouldnt have to sink to my level of compassion.
go on. put some definition on this equation of miles and memory.