Upside Down In My Head

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.