A chaotic room I now possess,
a reflection of my mind,
where thoughts pile high,
and is at the verge of collapse.

I don’t change a thing,
not because I don’t care;
but the clutter feels familiar,
a strange comfort in the disarray.

Thoughts over thoughts,
questions over questions;
each one heavier than the last,
with indecision hanging in the air.

A fog that clouds my vision,
making it hard to see,
the good that lies ahead, and
what’s right in front of me.

Mistakes, guilt and all the regrets
they sit in the corners, gathering dust,
whispering in the quiet and dark,
reminding of what should have been.

Amidst the chaos are glimpses of light,
of blessings, love and laughs,
buried under the clutter, waiting,
to be rediscovered and to remind.

But for now, I let it be,
this chaos, this mess,
both in my room and in my mind,
not ready to make the tiniest space.

I sit amidst the clutter,
knowing that in chaos I find,
the most honest reflection,
of who I am, or who I've become.

i forget it all
when i see your face
i remember it all
when i breathe your taste
when the world stops
i seem to look at you
face another way
watching the world go on
pleading for attention
efforts that aren’t enough
trying to seem tough
while i’m in love
we are soul tied
at the feet
grey and pink
sinking hearts lie beneath

I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.

Each day I realize how much I love you,
a truth growing deeper with time,
like roots anchoring the earth,
slowly becoming unshakeable.

Today it was about your name,
short and sweet, as it appeared,
I was swept away, not by a wave,
but an ocean of love and warmth.

Or, maybe it was a thought,
the quiet certainty you are somewhere,
watching over me with a smile,
with the serenity of stars in the sky.

Though constellations away from me,
I find a thread, a light connecting us,
by love and unspoken promises,
that distance or absence cannot break.