AfterMath

I have never been good at math. I am good with money (great with other peoples' money) but math has always been where I lack the most, this flaw has cost me the most.

I didn't do the math. I didn't count it out. I didn't think ahead of what the true cost would be.

In between the joy and the pain of loving out of control I didn't do the math.

Nothing adds up, and I feel like I am left with less than nothing, a negative.

Holding my wounded heart in my hands trying to factor in all the figures. Counting all the things that come before me. Everything comes before me as it should be and I am left with nothing.

I am left with the "aftermath".