chaotic

And so, you made me feel like chaos, blew my walls away, made me question my whole life, like I was never there. You made me happy, yet so sad— I really don't understand this chaos in my head. grasping for clarity, I feel so stupid— now nothing makes sense. Did I always feel this way, or did you mess with my head? I can't let go, for your sake or mine, I don't really know why. I just want it this way. You make it hard to pretend like nothing has really changed. You put up walls— or maybe they were always there. I feel so blind, or at least I try to pretend so I don't have to face this chaos inside my head. I just want to be your friend, but maybe that's too much to ask. You have changed, more than a tad. I should be used to this— friends come and go, they say, but I thought we might be different: fire and water, yet somehow still the same.