Your beautiful mess,
Exquisite,
It drives me insane,
In powdered fragments like eyeshadow in the sink
That rides the corroding pipes to parts unknown.
Your mind is such a scatter,
Divine,
It throws me off the tracks,
How are you okay with our chaos-your sanctuary?
Sighs of relief and of frustration,
When you leave the milk out-
Because I know that although you'll never change,
You'll never let me spoil.
Disorganized bliss,
Everything in and out of place,
I wrack my brain held by scotch tape-
Picking up the pieces of pastry strewn about the land,
I know you're grateful and that's really all I need.