An untitled poem by wrinkle22

How can i make it, always seem to break it
not tryin to exchange it, theres no such replacement
knowin we should face it, trying to embrace it
cant turn the other cheeck, problems dont fade away
deal with it now, or blindsided another day
feelin the bumps and bruises, after it comes back another way
cant think of the words to say, the song to play
feelin this attachment, tryin to catch it
lets preform this operation, binary pathways
cant do it alone, so come and meet me half way
i can handle one cell, but not this filamentation
theres only 2 answers, so what with this delusion
its simple equation, just lookin for solution
cant find the answer, while searching for seclusion

itll never be special, when it requires an occasion
its an obvious method, so it lack innovation
wheres the motivation, whats with the hesitation
the path isnt hard, just requires application
you know your my heart, so dont make me get a by pass

phylodynamics, this problem is evolving
simple mathmatics, its time for so solving
there is causation, in this correlation
time for an investigation, no room for procrastination
i know its all aligned, with this relocation
i just want you by mide side, theres no cure for this fixation
you know how i how i feel, now its your decision
your surgeon now, so make your incision