3/25/19
Nerdy Idiocy: A Love Story
While I sit lonely in the house of my memory
I see a well hung portrait of you and I
Centered well but the frame of once pristine gold had been tarnished
When I touch it, it turns my fingers green
A happy façade in our smiles as we thought we were in love
You and I
More of a painting of the macabre if you think more about it
I'm sorry
Did you not know what "macabre" meant?
I'm sorry
May I simplify it for you?
I'm sorry
May I break down everything I've ever said into bite size pieces for you to swallow?
So then maybe you can better understand what I meant when I said "I love you more than the number of quarks in the universe"
When I said "due to forces that atoms act upon each other we can never truly touch but we can make a collective forcefield around oursleves to keep all the idiots out"
Then maybe my ramblings about string theory and wormholes won't be such a bore for you sit through
But when I tie it all back to here, to the K-Pop playing off your other phone in the background and when it all be comes real, when it's no longer things that do exist theoretically but never has the ability to be shown
You go silent
And when I entertain your poorly thought out theories about why things work
And I point out your flaws
You have the nerve to get angry
Though I never said that it couldn't be true
And it was nothing personal, just an observation of the universe through your flawed reasoning
Your flawed reasoning never stopped there though
You had to keep pushing it
Until you finally snapped me like the rubber band you keep around your wrist that reminds you who you are
That you are no better than I
Just a nerdy child with enough intelligence for the both of us who saw what you were doing and called you out
Having the nerve to call me any less than right is a reflection on you more than anything else
Prideful, you stand as you take your sword and peirced it through my heart
As if atoms could touch
Because if they could
They'd go through eachother unharmed
But we live in this reality where atoms can't touch and are forcibly ripped by outside forces as the tip of that blade pushed the molecules of my heart apart
Sometimes I wish we could live in the fourth demension
Being able to simply walk from the beginning of our relationship to see the end if we just folded space time and made a wormhole to see that nothing was right about this
And that I could've avoided this
If I had just fell in love with someone
Who loved me just as much as I love quantum mechanics
