In every chaos there's a thing but in my own chaos it's you.
In every chaos there's a reason why but in my own chaos the reason is you.
My chaos reminds me of you.
If I'm in love with someone who isn't you, am I a cruel person?
I'm afraid I'm never be happy with someone who isn't you.
But I want someone who isn't you
In every chaos there's a thing but in my own chaos there's a lover I can't forget.
But do I want to text him and tell him I'm sorry and I just want to be with you.
Or do I just want to be with the person I wanted him to be.
Because now the chaos it's not him but my anxiety.
-MS
YOU ARE READING
It's always about him.
PoetryHi I'm French and my English it's not very good. I wanted to talk of my poems that talk about my life. Good reading, bye! And also you can follow my TikTok @.jdjcxn
