My thoughts are a mess.
They seem to run all over the place
And while I try to catch them
I forget
What I wanted to say.

My mind's a huge mess
When it comes to you,
When it comes to me,
Everything,
Yes, everything 'round us.

My words are leaving me.
When I try to write they run away,
Giving me half-made poems,
Thoughts,
That can't be interpret.

But once in a while,
Something comes together.
The words that ran away
Now stay.
Maybe they, too, have something
To say.

(Mars 2014)