messy hair and bedrooms...

my life is organized chaos,
it’s mismatched socks and 
stringy morning hair.
my life is knowing exactly what
i want when i don’t exactly
want it.
it’s choosing take out over 
a home cooked meal because
at 8 pm, sometimes you’re just
too tired.
my life is a blur, i keep crisscrossing
the edges of it all-
i never liked to put things in rainbow
order, i kind of liked red next 
to blue 
and orange next to green.
i might have once believed that 
i could follow one narrow path
and lead a life i expected was
what everyone wanted,
but it didn't take long for me to stray-
i like that i can’t quite figure
out what is going to happen next,
or who i am going to be
tomorrow. 
i am wrinkled linens and 
uneven eyeliner,
and i’m okay with it.
there is a certain flow in the midst
of all this madness 
and i’m just riding the wave,
i am a sloppy drunk
and a sloppier lover
and as long as you accept me
for me
i think you might just like
this hectic life i’m leading.