Im kind of a mess.
The kind of mess that people try to clean up but get halfway though and find something more interesting to claim their time, and the kind of mess that takes alot of dedication to bother to clean.
Im the closet kind of mess. When you really want to impress someone so you actually sit to clean up the piles of stuff you threw into the small space to forget about, that's the kind of mess im talking about.
Im the pile of lost memories that you bury so deep into the back of your mind to try and forget. But they always resurface and, the only way to stop it is to take the time to clean it all up.
Im the kind of mess that you really have to love. The kind of mess that's filled with nothing but bittersweet memories and forgotten hopes.
Im the kind of mess that takes dedication to clean, but the one that makes your room look the best when its done.
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Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
