I feel like a mad scientist.
Lol! Half crazy.
Like, I worked years on an equation.
On my blackboard,
I’ve written with different chalks about how I can make my discovery better.
Yes, I discovered something new.
I enjoyed my little achievement.
But then the tables turned.
My equation seemed more like an illusion that only fits in my mind;
not in practical existence.
So, I keep looking at the equation every night…
How did my love go wrong?
But it was meant to be,
like a jigsaw puzzle perfectly matched.
She left.
She left my soul distorted more than this stale house.
Where does the equation go now?
It’s making me crazy!
On my failure as a man,
I’m trying to nurse the shattered pieces because this love is a failed equation of the mad scientist.