my life was clear lines

drawn perfectly straight.

it was colour-coded planners

and jars nicely arranged with neat labels.

it was predictable

and controlled.


but my love, you are colour outside of lines,

and i cant match you up with any code.

you are in jars i cant make labels for

or fit in with the others.

you are the opposite of everything i had known.


you are crash

and collide,

the definition of entropy.

you are the beautiful chaos

that brought me together.

and my love for you, it is endless.