Upside Down In My Head
My thoughts spill upward instead of down,
Gravity lost to memory and want.
Everything I try to steady,
Leans toward you, constant.
Sleep arrives carrying unfinished scenes,
Voices looping without rest.
I relive words I never said,
And sentences still undressed.
The world insists on staying upright,
While my inner rooms rearrange.
Ceilings become places to stand upon,
Nothing familiar remains the same.
I turn ideas until they bruise,
Searching for a balanced view.
Yet every angle returns to one truth,
The tilt begins with you.
Perhaps clarity is not a straight line,
Perhaps sense is allowed to bend.
Some loves arrive inverted,
And still know where they end.
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