I think you either want me to be in love with you,

Or you desperately don't.

But the sum of all of the things that you are

And all the things you do

Is inextricably strewn

With every one of my favorite numbers.

I'm following in your footsteps,

Picking up things you've thrown down,

And you're going to hate me

For finding all these things you didn't want.

But will you hate me

For loving you,

The only way I know how?

For I have nothing to offer you

But these numbers

You've thrown down.

-jenn