The X Factor Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

I took you at face value,  
though unknown.
But if you count 
each sacrifice I've made,
add every night 
I should have left but stayed,
times all those times 
you left me on my own,
your rudeness,  
squared,  
your irresponsibility,
less my respect 
you let depreciate,
and take away from that 
the food you ate,
from that deduct 
your negativity,
divided by my pay check 
split in two
you tally less than zero. 
That's a fact.
You're just the kind
of looser I attract.
The latest ex in my life 
now is you.
Too late to add your heartache,  
needs or wrath.
Here’s proof!  
Remember you said,
'Do the math.'