performance art

oh, my friend
these writings do betray me
i perform calculus upon these words,
factor, equate, and
reduce i simplify over
the true meaning of x
to satisfy why, i'd rather not reveal my.self
just yet

i'm clearer (getting there)
about the ways in which this subtle (and not so much)
manipulation bears costs on this economy
of ours (no longer)

and while i recognize my dollar's weak
i beg you to let me speak
and try to set out, prove
that i'm the greatest love, you've
ever chosen, let go

bow.arrow.heart.
heal.
pin.prick.precious.
stuck.on.this.wheel.
of wanting and can't let go,

i just can't stop thinking about you
and my calculus is failing now,
i can't factor or force you to confront your fears
or reduce you to your purer self (you're polluted you know it's true)[inthismomentanyway]

it's a truly simple equation,
boy meets boy,
boy breaks his heart
and from the pain, he must start,
over or through, and both must choose,
hoping neither has to lose:
i simplify over
the true meaning of x
to satisfy why, i'd rather not put myself in a position of
saying i love you
only to be let go again