It's Science, Or Something

I like the way he looks at me.

It makes me feel better.
About myself,
about everything.

And I know that probably
makes me sound
shallow,
self obsessed,
needy-
some days I am all of those things.

Some days I couldn't
give a fuck,

but today's not one of those days.

We lock in like Lego.
We tessellate.
It's science.
Or geometry,
something like that.

Together we are an equation
that has both a
right and a
wrong answer.

It's mathematical.

It adds up
or
it
doesn't.