Chaos In My Mind

In quiet words we find

Is it strange that I want you to see,
The thoughts I share, the secrets in me?
They're sad, you know, and too honest too,
Yet something in me wants to show them to you.

You say you know me, but I don’t agree,
No one truly does, not entirely.
But something in you makes me feel less unknown,
Even when I doubt, even when I’m alone.

You say I’m special, but I doubt it still,
Replaceable, fading. I always will.
But you insist, promise it’s not true,
And somewhere deep down, I hope you prove it too.

I don’t write this much, it’s unlike me,
But with you, the words come easily.
You spark something deeper, a quiet flame,
And though I can't fall, I’m moved just the same.

You tell me I make you better somehow,
I can’t help but ask, why? Why now?
You talk of change, of wanting more
To sing, to breathe, to open new doors.

But it’s not for me, you gently confess,
It’s for you, yet with me, it’s effortless.
And though I can’t promise I’ll always see,
I’ll hold on to what you’ve awakened in me.

You’re good for me, though I can’t explain,
In your words, I find comfort through the pain.
Not perfect, not polished, but real, you see,
In this strange, sad honesty.