Love’s a Mess (And So Am I)

Yeah… this one’s for all the romantics

who keep falling in love like it’s a group discount.

Met you on a Tuesday, heart said “go,”

I tripped on my words, still stole the show.

You smiled like a plot twist, eyes all bold,

We fell too fast like stories I was told.

Shared fries and Spotify,

Said “forever” with that crooked smile.

You said love was simple —

You lied beautifully.

They say love is patient,

but mine showed up 30 minutes late

with red flags and good cologne.

Love’s a mess — and so am I,

We fit like glitter in a public cry.

You said “I’m different,” I said “same,”

Guess Cupid’s arrows love to play games.

Still I write your name on foggy glass,

Scroll old texts like a film that passed.

Love’s a mess, and yes, I try —

But so am I… and that’s no lie.

You got my hoodie, my thoughts, my chill,

My playlists full of how you made me feel.

Told my friends, “This one’s real,”

Now I dodge their questions like unpaid bills.

Felt like fate with Wi-Fi glitches,

Felt like magic — until the switches.

She said, “I’m not ready,”

But stayed just long enough to wreck me

Dear Love,

You show up uninvited.

You overstay, rewrite the script,

Then ghost me like a bad plot device.

Love’s a mess — and so am I,

We’re chaos dressed in suit and tie.

You said “forever,” I packed my heart,

Guess that’s what I get for playing smart.

Still I laugh, still I cry,

Still replay your last goodbye.

Love’s a mess — but here’s the twist:

I keep diving... through the mist.

Next time,

I’m falling in love with a houseplant.

Low maintenance, no drama,

And it actually grows.