Fridge Light

When we first started,
you saw the emptiness in my fridge.

My capabilities lay bare,
My indecisiveness.

Can't plan ahead,
Can't organize

These very traits I have,
keep my esteem pulverized

And for me, the light in the fridge
is always on

Shining a light on just what is wrong

I fill my days with intentions,
Lists I won't complete

Promises shouted loudly,
That life won't let me keep

You reach for structure,
I crumble into air

My scattered mind’s a burden,
more than you signed up to bear

Every shelf in disarray,
thoughts piled high,

Tasks left unfinished,
your loud quiet sigh

Yet you stand there frustrated,
hoping I'll evolve

While I'm still searching for pieces,
of puzzles I cannot solve

You're longing for order,
for a steady, clear mind

But I'm tangled in these wires,
my rhythm is like 13/8 time

I want to give you comfort,
stability in storms

But my goddamned dysfunction,
twists and deforms

So the fridge stays empty,
And the cold light remains

Illuminating deficits,
and these byzantine chains

Yet within this chaos,
there's still someone true

Imperfect and scattered—
who tries to please you

I ask you gently, softly,
Can this be enough?

Loving me fully,
with all of this stuff

For the fridge is empty,
and my mind is a mess

But the heart is willing—
if you can love me as less.