Messy

Woke up with wild hair, dreams still in my eyes,

Heart's a little heavy, but I don't disguise.

Too loud, too deep, too much for some,

But I'd rather be real than come undone.

They say, "Tame the fire, calm the storm,"

But chaos is where I was born.

I don't walk a straight, clean line

I dance in the dark, I call it mine.

I’m messy, I’m magic, I bend and I break,

Not here for perfect, I’m here to awake.

I fall, I rise, I dive in too deep,

But I’d rather feel everything than live in the neat.

Pages torn and colors run,

I paint my truth with no rerun.

Flawed and fearless, bruised and bright,

I wear my soul in open light.

Don’t trim my edges, don’t mute my sound,

This wild heart won’t be shut down.

If messy means I’m fully alive,

Then I’ll thrive in the storm, I’ll burn and survive.

I’m messy, I’m magic, I bend and I break,

Not made for silence, I live for the quake.

I love, I lose, but I never retreat

‘Cause I’d rather be wild than painfully sweet.

Messy, untamed, and beautifully free

This is the only way I know to be.