I come undone 

Like fabrics that are being sown together

I unfold into tidy

ripping apart looks like falling together

I make clean of all my messes 

Make them easy and palpable 

And when I am living in the easy

I must exaggerate feelings 

I live in the nocturnal

Parallel of what you think should happen

I organized your thoughts last night

In all the time I spent processing

I dried your ink and dotted your I’s 

While I was waiting for someone to ask me

What I thought about the paradox of living 

Is it overrated or am I under eating 

I swept the floors while I was crying 

again. 

When I am stressed I fold and tuck

And sometimes, I tuck away as many 

As a million smiles

Chaos has become my control room.