Am I messy?
Do I leave too many
ends untied?
Or am I figuring out
who I am and doing
whatever I want?
Nothing is guaranteed
not words
not promises
not love
So I might as well do
what feels right
in the moment
Maybe being messy
could be fun
Maybe being messy
could set me free
from these limitations
and chains I place
on my own desires
You know they say
college is the time
to make mistakes
and be confused
Perhaps I can
embrace being
Messy.
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