First she looked beautiful... a single number... written easily
Then we started talking... addition... one to the top... another to the height
I thought I began to understand her... multiplication... seen through... though not entirely there
I fell in love with her... lines and points... simple... just beauty
And she loved me back... got good results... the blessed me
We became a thing... 1+1... I love you
Suddenly she changed... geometry... to the east
Became complex... algebra... find x... find me
I tried so hard to understand her again... Function... the function of her... me
Too complex... logarithm... to the base she ducked... me parabolic
And she started pulling away... integration... irrational
She told me it was over... calculus... I still miss you... pusssss
We broke up... 1+1... I hate you
With no kids that we dreamt of.... became a dropout... me
Every time I see her she looks like... math... every string of her unreachable... the forbidden fruit... and even the blessed Adam couldn’t swallow her
things get subtracted from my life
but then they're added back in
it's a complicated equation
multiplication cancelling out division
people leave and people stay
giving and taking
i live and i love and i lose
but in the end
it's all just numbers
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
and then i start again
They always use X
Why? Is it a mix?
Math is supposed to be logical
But this is illogical
Mix of unknown
The reason unknown
But math is math
We have to follow this path
There's no way of getting out of it
Yes, maybe I doubted it
But math really is only for the brain
Oh look, here comes the rain
But why? Why do they use X?
Calculus of the clueless
when you look at the function ,
you see dips and slopes,
troughs and peaks.
the trend means nothing.
but you find meaning,
with the integral.
how far things got and how much they amounted to,
from dead, depressing zero.
if you ask why all this happened?
how this mess was directed?
you need to analyze the derivative. what derivative intersected,
what point along the line of the graph did it cross.
what other graphs were involved?
what synthesised waves,
can be inferred?
by the cold juggling of equations.
and one day,
that graph will cross the X axis,
and we will know what comes next, does the line ever reemerge?
or does it go down forever.
from a to b
a difficult concept
and the proof of
one plus one
Just like a slope their love rises,
But just like y needs an ex
She still reads his texts
The slope starts to waver facing the other way
She couldn't make him stay
Y do love and Algebra have to b so hard on her?
And their initials carved in a tree,
M and B
1 on 1
You make assumptions and lie. You did not divide me by pi. Loot my square root. Or add me to your sum of X’s. Your function had become derivative of the most duplicitous natured. As expected we are equals. In this battle of the sexes.
We have a math metaphor deep in mind.
My shoulders are feeling hunched,
Like a number, I’ve been crunched.
This is greater than a one
Of my problems I’d begun.
I have fear of metaphor.
I confuse what numbers are.
My fear’s greater than it ought.
It’s not less than something naught.
I am thinking some are big,
Others mid, some galactic.
I think numbers can be fine.
Some are small, as a half-pint.
What I’m really scared about
Is a big, disturbing lout,
Seven must be large! It’s said
Seven, eight, nine, I have dread.
Then I heard a teacher say
Numbers don’t have size, “What? Hey!”
Yet infinities can be
Large or small infinity.
Numbers can’t live without us.
They’re there in our unconscious.