my life was clear lines
drawn perfectly straight.
it was colour-coded planners
and jars nicely arranged with neat labels.
it was predictable
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
the definition of entropy.
you are the beautiful chaos
that brought me together.
and my love for you, it is endless.