You are not who you appear to be.
You represent something unknown
X.
Engraved in the Coliseum of my soul,
now an inscription of you remains.

Like roman architecture withstanding history
You will always be remembered for the beauty that you are.

You are X.
I am not sure if algebra is what I need for this equation.
Maybe just an eraser to undo what has always been seen as beautiful art
yet was only lowly graffiti that I somehow acquired a taste for.
Shame on me
X.

You used to be an addition sign (+).
But weary of the reality, you plummeted from feeling positive.
So much adding
and adding
and adding
We were just looking for a perfect sum.

Before the formula was done
You gave up and laid on your side.
It made you an X.
Whenever I saw you,
my problems multiplied.

So i started to subtract

You are not who I think you are.
You are X.

You are not the location of the buried treasure I once sought.
But became only a problem to solve.
I keep searching
only to find that you are
a maze.
This may not be magic but it definitely is not math
I discovered  by realizing that no matter how hard I tried,
I could never figure out X…
X is understood to be 1..
Your are 1,
but not
the
1