The Numbers Poem by Joshua Wyatt

I sit at my desk
My pen shaking in my hand
Tears flowing form my eyes
I can't do it.

I can't add her to my failures.
She deserves better then to be just a number.

I made my former loves numbers
It was so impersonal, so wrong.

They are more then that.
They are people with names and feelings.
Why strip them of that?
Why do that just to make me feel a little better?

So the numbers are no more.
For love is not a math equation.
I cannot predict when i will get it right.
It is something more then that.
Something you cannot manage.
It is something infinite.