Letras
Built my thoughts on a crooked grid
Said "I'm fine" just to see what I did
Sat too long in the same idea
Rearranged the doubt like furniture
Laughed too late at a halfway joke
Dodged the point, but still got poked
Drew straight lines that all misled
Ended up right back in my head
Tried to trace the mood's descent
Found no start, found no intent
Sat with silence, checked its math
Even stillness split in half
You said, "Why don't you just breathe?
But breath has corners I can't leave
It's not a wall, it's not a cage
Just too many shapes on a blank page
Wrong angles on purpose, like I meant to bend
Made patterns from the words I forgot to send
I miss things I never had
Want answers that don't add
Wrong angles on purpose, crooked by design
If nothing lines up, maybe that's a sign
The fracture isn't flaw
It's the only rule I saw
Wrong angles... wrong reasons... right timing, still freezing...