Chaos

I sat within my chaos today to think
to question whether you love me still
to wonder if you know what love is
to ponder if you just have a void I fill
and any other woman would fit there easy
just the simple thought is enough to make me ill.

Sometimes I can look at you through chaos
and feel a silent still that grabs me tight
and for that moment I know you love
I know I love, I know it's right
but for some reason I'm not certain of
it's not long before I begin to fight.

I don't mind chaos, but I do mind pain
maybe it's only all in my mind
maybe I believe love is a Trojan horse
maybe I wouldn't mind leaving it behind
maybe I'm out of my mind to figure it
true, it's something I'll never find.

The concept of love, a heart on a sleeve-
more happy to share than loss to grieve?
I know chaos, and it's what I believe.