Words were never worth enough
so I could count on them
But I can do the math.
It’s starts with two halves–
the haves and the have nots
The odds are not quite so even.

You conquer and divide
and leave no remainder
to measure what is left
There’s so many things
for us to factor in
It’s clear I’m just a fraction of you
   But what about the aftermath?
   I’m not sure I’m up for the task.
   Better pick up all the pieces fast
   cause God knows what
   what’s after the aftermath.
Words they blind and blush
and multiply themselves.
There’s no formula for that.
Differences aside,
I’m much lesser than you thought
and no greater than the sum of these parts.
Words will never do
what I want them to do
Nothing can describe this aftermath.



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