Sparks

maybe you’re bound by a strict code of nouns
that I can’t crack
or you’re composed of some magnetic prose
that I can’t understand just yet

what if it’s true what they say about you
maybe I couldn’t care less
maybe my soul is so desperate and dry
that I can’t see through your evilness

some crazy mathemagician
figured out your formulae
you’re just habitually dating your fella
so you can’t ignore the sparks

maybe you’re right you’ve got enough in your life
and I’m too selfish to share my days
but what if you’re wrong and you’re careening on
downhill

it’s just a seasonal thing
unlike you my perennial darling

some crazy mathemagician
figured out your formulae
you’re just habitually dating your fella
so you can’t ignore the sparks