My mind is like a labyrinth
A mess of words shoved into filing cabinets to hide its true form
Sunsets
Garlic
The scrawling of pen on paper
Lambswool blankets on my skin
Clean cotton clothes
The taste of maroon
Song lyrics that bear Michelle Pfeiffer’s name
The layout of Seattle’s Pike Place Market
Where the fish fly instead of swim
Organized
Clean

My mind is like a library
Everything in its place
Yet still vast and terrifying
Massive
There’s a section on puns
On slang terms like “Bae”
Thoughts that make me believe that
Glory will give me everything
Thoughts knowing
This is false.
“I love you”s
The careless waves of her calm.

The flame of the river, ablaze on the bay
I can be happy
I will be happy
I am kind and deserve better

Thoughts of going on to be something
Much more than I am
Thoughts of being proud of anxiety
Of facing my fears
I will fight off the mess
I will find my way out
Carpe Diem

The books urge me on
Screaming to escape
Screaming to fly
To leave my mind but stay in myself
Thoughts of becoming something bigger
Sit on my chest.