Post-Algebra

You and I were an open-ended equation.
Drifting, diving, dividing into what we both didn't know.
Using a previously unknown technique,
We introduced mayhem and true sacrifice under the guise of casual romance.
And we multiplied that by secrecy, humor, and a dual inability to communicate as functioning adults.
I loved buying you that lying ring.

What I Couldn't Write

There is no poetic way to say that I broke your heart
Every metaphor falls short of that fear in your eyes
No hyperbole can exaggerate minutes spent thinking of you
Similes paint a lifeless picture of the trust I shattered
The game of alliteration cannot dance around this remorse
Absolutely no onomatopoeia could express the sound of sobbing, the arms wrapped so fiercely, the breathing of hair, the tears falling to clothes, the pull away, the closing door...
And nothing rhymes with I’m sorry.